004 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;

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[Well, Johto, in a slight change of pace, this video is not coming to you today courtesy of PhantomCam™; in truth, it's actually sort of more like Lady's-Paw-Landed-On-The-Record-ButtonCam™, and the accidental nature of the recording shows. The vast majority of the shot shows a tilted, haphazard view of a bedroom (a very neat bedroom, an observant

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[presumably, he meets Fuji in the hallway. the latter appears to be on his way out, and there is a Raichu shuffling about by his feet, making disgruntled noises. it's sporting a pair of heart-shaped frames on the bridge of his nose, and those turn to Yagyuu with a petulant 'chuu'. Fuji tilts his head, hand half-way up in idle greeting.

he takes one look at Yagyuu, at Yagyuu's countenance, and then at Yagyuu's hand-- and chuckles.]

Trouble in paradise?

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You ask the strangest questions. We're in the land of pokemon. Why wouldn't we?

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[...This is just. Silence.]

I'm already being assaulted by one Pokemon. You want to subject me to another?

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[brightest smile]

If there is any good in this world, shouldn't the two evils cancel each other out?

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[...In retrospect, it really is so much easier to deal with Fuji when he doesn't have to look at that smile. No wonder the text is so much more preferable.

He shakes his head, flicking his wrist experimentally one more time.]

On the contrary, I believe they're far more likely to stack.

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[he watches the motion curiously. it's dismissive.]

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Don't make me break out the cheesy, motivational idioms.

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[And then, without warning, the Ditto suddenly drips, still smiling cheerfully as it begins to extend down toward the floor, farther and farther--and then lands with a plop.

And Yagyuu is just. Staring.]

...I hope that doesn't imply its obedience is commanded by cheesy motivational idioms.

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[a beat. two. then, delighted laughter, and he bends down to give the ditto a friendly look. his Raichu makes a disgruntled sound, and discreetly shuffles a little further away against the wall.]

It takes all kinds! If hair-iron monopolizing ghosts exist, a sap of a ditto can't be too far of a stretch.

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[Personally, Yagyuu's with the Raichu on this one; the Ditto, on the other hand, appears delighted at the new, close proximity of this person, and begins to slide across the floor like greased lightning, aiming for Fuji's shoes.]

Ah, good, it's taking to you instead. Return it to Niou-kun the next time you see him, won't you?

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[he wrinkles his nose a little, but for reasons less mundane than just distaste at a purple blob of goo heading for him. but he remains obediently still.]

I would, if the prospect of giving Niou two dittos was in any way appealing to me.

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[And that gets Yagyuu to blink a little, even as the Ditto zips across the floor and launches itself at Fuji's ankle, clinging like a monkey to a tree trunk.]

Two-- [A pause.] ...It's not his?

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[he chuckles a little, not seemingly put-off by the advance. merely reaches down with a finger affectionately.

then, a quirk of an eyebrow.]

Your first clue should've been that you didn't end up becoming Yagyuu Scissorhands, really.

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[It's quite a friendly Ditto, but Fuji may need to be careful; it has a penchant for getting inside things and squirreling around, armholes of clothing included.

For Yagyuu's part, now that he's really looking--and not afflicted with purple goo all over his hand--the slight differences are beginning to show. Niou's Ditto is infuriating, yes, but this one has an odd sort of enthusiasm to it, a variety that's somehow subtly different from that of his partner's.]

And that's how you could tell?

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[he gives the ditto a thoughtful look, as though considering the pros and cons of fiddling around with it (or perhaps contemplating mass murder-- you never know with a smile like that). it seems like an energetic little thing, which isn't reassuring in dittos, but on the other hand, he is curious as to what little quirks this one brings to the table. is it the worth the curiosity? hm.

seemingly preoccupied with his thoughts, his reply is absent--]

Think of it this way. If this was a ditto raised and taught by a certain Niou Masaharu, would a sticky hand really be your only complaint?

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[And up Fuji's leg the Ditto goes, gooping along with that same rapid speed once again.

Yagyuu, meanwhile, is finding himself quietly biting back a "Yes" in answer to Fuji's question--because really, if it were Niou's Ditto, that's all it would take and Niou would know that. If the point were a trick, he'd know exactly how far to push.

And if the point were a trick...well, he'd be here to see it, wouldn't he?]

Ah. So your reasoning is intuitive, not factual.

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[he's just about to reply with something vague and fairly unhelpful, perhaps even in metaphor, when he feels it... climb.

he opens his mouth. closes it, and refocuses on the ditto with something like surprise. in hindsight, he should've realized that it would've been so forward, really. within a span of half a second, he feels the uncomfortable sensation of something shotting up his shorts, and. well.

an uncomfortable pause.]

No, now it's factual.