[Artemis is sat outside, looking somewhat irritated. Diana, for once, is lethargic and laid across his lap, she appears unnerved, must be that weather we've been having.
He absentmindedly strokes one of the long furry ears of his Pokémon whilst his chin rests in his other hand, slim fingers tapping out a beat of five against his own cheek.]
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