6th Hyper Fang | Video
[It's a peaceful scene. Fang, wearing her "winter" outfit, is sitting on the balcony of her hotel room, looking out to the city. Her Meowth, Claw, is curled up on her lap, stone-still except for the gentle rise and fall of her stomach as Fang rhythmically strokes her. The snow falls gently around them, and the world beyond, usually gold, is almost
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It is nice, huh. [She smiles. It's not often she sees that kind of expression from Fang. And of course everything the other says makes complete sense to her-it would be strange if it didn't.]Back home there was always a battle to fight. Whether we liked it or not. And our Focus, too...
[She bows her head-if she prays for it to happen then maybe they'll be able to stay here even if it's just a little longer.]
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Vanille opens the door and pokes her head in] Fang~ I'm back. [It isn't said very loudly because of her aforementioned poking plan. She tiptoes over and...] Poke!
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[Fang, meanwhile, rolls her head around and earns some satisfying pops.] Dinner done yet?
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Are you helping me with dinner, Claw? If you want to eat you have to work! [And don't you give her no back talk either.]
Almost~ [AKA no. She's not a miracle worker-or IS SHE?] Just come inside, okay? And then you'll get as much food as you want!
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And the trainer in question sighs.] Dumb cat. [And she gets up and streeetches, getting a few more pops.] Aaahh.
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[Vanille has to walk a bit more carefully because of Claw on her shoulder but she manages to get over to their little cooking set up then bends down.]
Right. Why don't you tell me how it tastes once I'm done cooking up the meat, Claw?
[She pats the side of the Meowth's face then goes back to chopping things up. Vanille knows how to cook better than I do probably.]And you can add as mu~uch salt as you want, Fang!
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Fang closes the door to the porch behind her and spots the Meowth. She gives an annoyed glare.] Get off or-- [She doesn't even have to start her threat and Claw's already off, quite used to Fang.
The woman eyeballs her pokémon for a moment, then glances at her Poochyena who's napping on her bed, and finally comes over to Vanille. The troubles could wait; dinner time was nao. Or it would be, soon, anyway. Standing behind her friend, Fang leans forward and allows her arms to fall over Vanille's shoulders in a loose hug, and rests her chin on top of said girl's head as she watches the little cook cook.]
So what're we havin' tonight?
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Just one of everything! Vegetables[She points to some random plants she picked up on the road that are waiting to be thrown into the pan with the meat] and meat[mystery meat] and...Well I lied since I forgot to get bread...
[She laughs and pats Fang's arms] I guess it'll just be this for now! But I can make whatever you want. Unless it's something really detailed!
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We can deal without the bread. [Fang moves away after her arms are patted, her hand trailing along Vanille's shoulder before she retrieves the dishes.] Just feel free to experiment. I can't really request anything since the food looks different from what we had on Oerba. [Aaand sets the table.]
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[Such a help, Fang! Vanille looks after her when she goes and smiles] Maybe next time I'll just get whatever they have and throw it all together. [She is contemplating it while pushing the meat around the pan, making sure to get all of it the proper colour] If you don't like it you could always give it to Claw or Devil~
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Finished with setting the table, she walks over and brushes her lips softly against Vanille's forehead. Apparently, that meditative state she had been in outside had made her really mellow.]
I don't think you've ever cooked anything I didn't like.
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Huh? [She looks up at Fang at the kiss and smiles, certain that she's caught onto the game] You're just sayin' that so you get seconds!
[But she turns her gaze back down to take one of Fang's hands in her own, or at least the fingers] Freezing! If you get sick you'll be stuck in here. And you'll be a~all alone all day while I go out!
[Just kidding of course. She would hover worriedly if Fang ever did get sick.]
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Fang's eyes go down to her hand, then up to Vanille. Her friend's hand was so much warmer...]
Nah, it'd take a lot more than that little chill outside to get me sick. [She looks at the food.] Food looks about ready, so I'll take a shower after we're done eatin'. Alright?
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I think it would take a lot for you to get sick, Fang. [She would probably punch a cold in the face and give the cold a cold. :|]
Yep! Cause [she wrinkles her nose] you need one. [That's not true either but the look on her face probably gives that away immediately.]
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And in response to the comment, Vanille gets a light punch on the shoulder, a grin, then some hair rustling.]
Alright, alright, let's eat, you.
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[She drops down into a chair] Feels nice to sit down to a regular meal, huh?
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