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Who: Rion (quietestheart) and Claire (xxredfieldxx)
Where: The police station.
When: Late December 31st?
Summary: Rion's furious and needs someone to talk to. Or at. Someone who listens and will be awake at retarded o'clock.
Rating: PG for language. I can't imagine anything else happening.
A thing. He'd called her a thing. It was the most insulting thing anyone had ever said about his Pokemon, and he was seething, nearly shaking with anger afterwards.
Thankfully, he had someone to talk to who was willing to listen, even at this hour. And boy, did he have things to be mad about. He couldn't just let it go, no, he needed someone to vent to, someone who both had authority and could listen and talk to him, and tell him that maybe everything was going to be okay and calm him and yes, yes, maybe he shouldn't want to murder people just for making fun of his Pokemon.
It was late when he got there, quietly knocking on the door of the Police Station; he was still trying to be respectful and nice, after all. He wasn't mad at Claire, just the wizarding folk. And in his mind, they could all go and get fucked.
Ketara, floating behind him, was much of the same mind. After all, she had nearly human intelligence, if not humaan intelligence, and she was just as offended as he was. And probably needed to hear her trainer vent too, if nothing else.
Where: The police station.
When: Late December 31st?
Summary: Rion's furious and needs someone to talk to. Or at. Someone who listens and will be awake at retarded o'clock.
Rating: PG for language. I can't imagine anything else happening.
A thing. He'd called her a thing. It was the most insulting thing anyone had ever said about his Pokemon, and he was seething, nearly shaking with anger afterwards.
Thankfully, he had someone to talk to who was willing to listen, even at this hour. And boy, did he have things to be mad about. He couldn't just let it go, no, he needed someone to vent to, someone who both had authority and could listen and talk to him, and tell him that maybe everything was going to be okay and calm him and yes, yes, maybe he shouldn't want to murder people just for making fun of his Pokemon.
It was late when he got there, quietly knocking on the door of the Police Station; he was still trying to be respectful and nice, after all. He wasn't mad at Claire, just the wizarding folk. And in his mind, they could all go and get fucked.
Ketara, floating behind him, was much of the same mind. After all, she had nearly human intelligence, if not humaan intelligence, and she was just as offended as he was. And probably needed to hear her trainer vent too, if nothing else.