6th Hyper Fang | Video
[It's a peaceful scene. Fang, wearing her "winter" outfit, is sitting on the balcony of her hotel room, looking out to the city. Her Meowth, Claw, is curled up on her lap, stone-still except for the gentle rise and fall of her stomach as Fang rhythmically strokes her. The snow falls gently around them, and the world beyond, usually gold, is almost completely white. There's a serene silence to the air.
The video goes on like this for awhile, and although its positioning seems purposeful, the way Fang pays it no mind makes it seem like the Pokégear had come on accidentally. But then, she turns her head to the camera, her nose a rubbery red. What she intends to come out as her usual cocky smirk comes out as a gentle smile that might have a lazy upper twitch at one of the edges, apparently unbothered by the cold.]
Never could have times like this, back home. [She turns her head back to the scenery, though she continues to talk, her hand's movements against Claw's fur unbroken by her other actions.] It was a tough world. Even tougher when... [they became l'Cie. Instead, she just briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head gently.] We were always on the move. Always fighting for our lives. It never really bothered me. [...Well, that was sort of a lie. She gives a soft snort of amusement at herself, but continues on none-the-less.]
But this is nice. Finally feels like the world's slowed down to a pace I can enjoy. [There's some shifting from the pokémon in her lap, which causes her stroking to pause, before it stills again and the petting restarts.] ...Even if it isn't our world. [There may have been the slightest notion of homesickness in that comment. She turns to the feed again, gives an actual smirk this time, and then reaches forward and cuts the feed.]
The video goes on like this for awhile, and although its positioning seems purposeful, the way Fang pays it no mind makes it seem like the Pokégear had come on accidentally. But then, she turns her head to the camera, her nose a rubbery red. What she intends to come out as her usual cocky smirk comes out as a gentle smile that might have a lazy upper twitch at one of the edges, apparently unbothered by the cold.]
Never could have times like this, back home. [She turns her head back to the scenery, though she continues to talk, her hand's movements against Claw's fur unbroken by her other actions.] It was a tough world. Even tougher when... [they became l'Cie. Instead, she just briefly closes her eyes and shakes her head gently.] We were always on the move. Always fighting for our lives. It never really bothered me. [...Well, that was sort of a lie. She gives a soft snort of amusement at herself, but continues on none-the-less.]
But this is nice. Finally feels like the world's slowed down to a pace I can enjoy. [There's some shifting from the pokémon in her lap, which causes her stroking to pause, before it stills again and the petting restarts.] ...Even if it isn't our world. [There may have been the slightest notion of homesickness in that comment. She turns to the feed again, gives an actual smirk this time, and then reaches forward and cuts the feed.]