.o2 mL [accidental video]
[So she's made it to Cherrygrove in one piece, it seems. The gear picks up when Anemone drops it, hands full. Her Snubbull's standing in front of her, little hands raised in the hopes of helping her or catching anything she may drop. Which, judging by the amount of things she is carrying... looks like she just might. She's just got bags of sugar products. A good two or three jars of a bright red jam, some marshmallows, a jar of a blue-colored jam (she was feeling adventurous, okay?), some really sweet milks and juice, a small pack of cupcakes... Someone is going to feast tonight.
But she's so close! The view behind her is the inn lobby, and she's moving further and further away... Her Snubbull runs back over, calling out for her.
And she promptly ignores it as she takes the steps to the second floor...
Wait what? Her Snubbull is so confused! The poor thing, she didn't even name him, and he doesn't know what to do... Stay? Follow? Stay? ...he'll stay, waiting, hoping she'll remember him...
Three minutes later, her heavy stomping brings her back, and her hoop dress swishes as she stops before him, a Very Stern Look on her face.]
There you are! Don't just run off like that! I can't train you or whatever if you're trying to run away.
[She picks him up. (Guess those few weeks of being near him warmed her up to the idea of having him.) Then she peers at the gear, eyes widening for a moment.]
Wait... is this mine? I wonder how it turned on...
[She reaches for it--Click!]
But she's so close! The view behind her is the inn lobby, and she's moving further and further away... Her Snubbull runs back over, calling out for her.
And she promptly ignores it as she takes the steps to the second floor...
Wait what? Her Snubbull is so confused! The poor thing, she didn't even name him, and he doesn't know what to do... Stay? Follow? Stay? ...he'll stay, waiting, hoping she'll remember him...
Three minutes later, her heavy stomping brings her back, and her hoop dress swishes as she stops before him, a Very Stern Look on her face.]
There you are! Don't just run off like that! I can't train you or whatever if you're trying to run away.
[She picks him up. (Guess those few weeks of being near him warmed her up to the idea of having him.) Then she peers at the gear, eyes widening for a moment.]
Wait... is this mine? I wonder how it turned on...
[She reaches for it--Click!]