Violet City: Pokemon Center

[fauxearl]

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[Alois hummed the Violet City theme to himself, in tandum to the music around him. He tapped his foot to the rhythm, but he did not begin a dance. He hadn’t felt like moving much since breakfast. There was an odd color on his cheeks, odd only in that it was rare to see the pale young man with such a rosy complexion. He leaned against the

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[fauxearl]

[He looks up and smiles in return, though he's still feeling weak.]

Yes. Ven? You're much bigger in person.

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[fauxearl]

[That gets a chuckle out of him. He looks at Ven expectantly. The story sharing should have started the moment Ven sat down, but he doesn't mind giving him a reminder.]

That you do. I hope it's twice as marvelous as you've made it out to be. [CAN HAS STORY?]

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[fauxearl]

[He would be right to assume that it sounded like nonsense, but Alois wasn't one to look at the nonsensical side of a story. He listened and accepted all the odd bits of the story with a child's understanding. His questions were few and far between.]

It does. Go on, already! Your master sounds like a positively dreadful man, nothing at all like you!

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[fauxearl]

[He's the perfect audience - attentive, gasping at all the best parts, making faces at the mention of the "bad guys".

For a moment he's forgotten that he was feeling sick, and that was okay by him. Better to have forgotten and have it hurt from the inside than to pay attention for even a second longer.

But now the questions came. The story wasn't over already, was it?]

What does the keyblade look like? You're awake now without your heart. How are you cheating death -- your heart is gone, and you're still -- may I?

[He doesn't want for a response as he scoots closer to Ven and places his head against the other blond's chest, listening for the tell-tale rhythm of a beating heart.]

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I'd like to see it one day. Your keyblade.

[Ven smells nice. Alois moves away, but he's dizzy again and falls against Ven's chest. He grits his teeth and pushes himself off. But the world is spinning and he can barely see straight.]

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[...He can feel the bile rising in his throat...]

No!

[Shoot, that sounded desperate... he needed to collect himself... stay calm... he can't do this Ven's going to leave him, Ven's going to leave him he can't leave him not now he can't leave him all by himself--]

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[fauxearl]

["Won't take me long" sounds very much like those famous last words. He holds onto Ven for a moment longer before letting go.

...He shouldn't -- he shouldn't cling... the "deal" nearly goes right over his head. Nurse? What nurse? He didn't turn his head to see her.]

Right. The deal...

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[fauxearl]

[Does he have to stay there alone? By himself? With no one around? He was not going to stay there. He tried to get up and follow Ven but he falls to his knees.

He could feel the bile rising in his throat but he couldn't do that here. He needed... he needed...]