isn't that right? we wanna make the dream come true!

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Who: Dominic and Anemone!
Where: Their rooms in Cherrygrove City?
When: Today!
Summary: Dominic wants to check up on Anemone. And also possibly move.
Rating: PG?
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Since her accidental run-in with the Tentacruel a few days ago, Anemone had chosen to (smartly) stay inside. Besides the fact that it just felt colder than usual, she didn't feel like starting up a fuss to stretch her legs when she didn't feel like going anywhere.

So today ended up being just a lazy day, with her curled up in her blanket on the floor by the window. The dull throbbing in her head, which would go away in an hour or so, seemed to lessen with her forehead pressed against the glass. And she was okay enough just sitting here, watching all the strange people pass around the city streets below. She really did not feel like moving. So when Dominic knocked, the most she did was grunt--kind of loudly; she tried!--to let him in.

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Dominic wasn't sure if she'd answered or not, but regardless, he'd never worried too much about barging in on her. It wasn't like back home he would wait very long before letting himself in, after all. So after a moment, he opened the door, looking around for her. He frowned at her position, wondering if due to the blanket she was under the weather… or just cold. "Ah, you know, there's a thermostat on the wall here. They don't charge us extra to turn it up…" as he speaks, he goes over to the knob to do just that, and then approached the window cautiously. "…Are you feeling alright, Anemone?"

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The thermostat, right... She hadn't messed with it much, usually comfortable enough with the programmed settings. Today, she just wanted the blanket, rather glad that she could just wrap herself up in it and find whatever open floor space she felt like perching in. The grounds were carpet in the inns, tons better than the cold, silver interior of a ship, and although she somewhat missed the buzz she could feel when the ships hit a moment of shaky trapar, she very much liked the feeling of a sturdy ground

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He looked a little bit surprised. Although he'd heard her in a philosophical (so to speak) mood before, it certainly wasn't her most usual one. And honestly, he didn't know the answer. For all his work with figuring out the hows and whys of things, the meaning was never something he bothered with. People did things because they had to, or were bad, or were good. Civilians were civilians, leading their lives.

He looked out the window himself, and thought for a minute before answering. "On the corner there's a convenience store. So I suppose the meaning for the people entering it is I'm hungry, right? The truth is, I don't know anyone out there, and I certainly don't know the meaning of their lives. Even knowing the meaning of your own life is hard, isn't it?" His tone is fairly conversational, although serious as always. The question is mostly rhetoric- he's never really thought about the 'meaning' of his own life, and he certainly doesn't expect Anemone to have done. Purpose, sure. But not meaning.