008 | Goldenrod City | Text / Action;

[usedlaserbeam]

[ Passerby browsing through the Goldenrod Department Store late this afternoon might happen across Yagyuu and his Espeon, Lady, perusing the aisles with a leisurely air. For people watching particularly closely, one might notice that the two of them spend a fair amount of time lingering over the potions and TMs on display; every so often, Yagyuu

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[reimprovise]

Depends on the language of the dictionary.

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[usedlaserbeam]

I was considering English.

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[reimprovise]

Norwegian might be fun.

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[usedlaserbeam]

Shall I remember that for when you turn fourteen?

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[reimprovise]

Such a long way away.

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[usedlaserbeam]

Oh? How long?

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[reimprovise]

Long enough that you might forget. You can write it down in your journal, so that you won't?

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[usedlaserbeam]

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I doubt I'd forget in a year.

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[reimprovise]

Not in a year, perhaps not. But what about in forty years?

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[usedlaserbeam]

[This text is like fifteen minutes late because hang on, he's doing some mental math and logical reasoning here.]

Now that you've put it that way, I imagine I'll recall it every leap year.

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[ah, he's sussed it out]

I'd hope so. It's something I'm looking forward to.

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[usedlaserbeam]

I wonder if you'll still be as eager forty years from now.

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I don't see why not. There will always be a part of a fourteen-year-old that covets those ribbon-wrapped gifts.

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[usedlaserbeam]

Even if they conceal a Norwegian dictionary?

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Doesn't that sound fun?

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[usedlaserbeam]

Norwegian isn't my language of choice.