Who: Heather Mason, Old Snake
Where: Outskirts of Azalea Town
When: Around noon
Summary: You know the thing that sucks most about camping? No hot water. Yeah, it kind of sucks. So against all reason, Heather's actually creeping into town to see if maybe possibly sneaking into the Pokemon Center is an option. It's not really that she wants to be
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She'd put the Slowpoke down on the ground, where it continued to lie on its side, legs complacently moving in a general swimming motion.
Whew.
That had been... way too close.
She could hear the Jenny talking somewhere beyond her view from behind that little woodpile, so she didn't get up just yet. She didn't want to wind up doing the exact same thing she'd just done, again.
So she just sat, head angled back a little to try and see over the top of the lumber without actually sticking her neck out like a fluorescent blond sign that said ~*~ARREST ME~*~
But finally, when she was sure the officer had gone on her merry way, she let out a little sigh of relief and relaxed again, turning to look at the box that she'd been sitting ne-- ..... she had not been sitting next to a box.
"ohjesusfu--!"
The sudden emergence of BOX MAN had the impressive effect of making Heather jerk backwards against the woodpile with a small clatter and flatten ( ... )
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"Years of practice. But I can give you a few quick tips."
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"I didn't even hear .... oh. ... You totally saw my fail there, didn't you."
She can't even manage one of her sheepish grins.
This is that embarrassing.
And after she'd declined his offer to help earlier and EVERYTHING!
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