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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 6, 2011 0:04:08 GMT -5
Tune's jaw dropped open. "What in the world is he doing?" she said worriedly, looking back at the Pokeblock back in the corner.
EV stared after him, completely at a loss at how to react. Had he really cared all this time? Did he really think that she was always angry and bitter around him just because she didn't smile? She could not believe that the Umbreon was so blind that he could not see that she really did enjoy herself around him, even if she did not smile. She took a slow step forward, but then stopped. There was no use in following him if he was just going to keep running and hiding. Her ears drooped sadly.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 6, 2011 0:28:39 GMT -5
Ellie swallowed her fear. "Hopefully nothing stupid," she prayed, wishing she could run out after him or at least call him name and try to stop him. She looked at Vivian, confused out her mind. She noticed that the Eeveelution looked tempted to run after him until halting and drooping her ears. What had happened between them? Whatever had happened, she could recognize the sadness in Vivian's features. ("Vivian,") she cooed, patting the space beside her on the bed.
Angelo stood in front of the door, staring at the ground. He padded to the side of the house, looking out into the ocean. He felt like an idiot for leaving, but it was probably for the better. Now that he was outside and away from her, she could smile and be happy like she was when he wasn't around.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 6, 2011 0:38:31 GMT -5
Tunes stared fretfully after the Umbreon. It was not safe for him to be outside on his own. She knew he had been out there before, but that was when he needed to... Now that he and Ellie had food and medicine, he should not be outside. It was too dangerous.
EV turned, looking at the platinum blond hesitantly for a moment, before slowly crossing the room and jumping on the bed. She plopped down, sighing sadly. She had never wanted to push Angelo away... Far from the opposite. Now she knew she acted different, but the way she acted with Angelo... that was more her than what Chance saw. Why didn't Angelo understand that?
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Post by Atticus on Aug 6, 2011 0:44:58 GMT -5
Ellie smiled slightly as Vivian walked over and leaped onto the bed. Feeling rather brave, Ellie slowly reached out her hand and tried to stroke her fingers through the hair on the Flareon/Umbreon's head.
Angelo sighed and flopped onto his belly, letting his foretoes brush against the water, his chin on the edge of the stone. He stared blankly into the ocean, feeling drowsy from the swell of emotions that sifted through his chest. He closed his eyes and sighed, letting the breeze ruffle through his dark black fur.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 6, 2011 0:51:44 GMT -5
EV growled weakly- it was a reflex -but honestly she did not care. She closed her eyes, her growl quickly fading away. The guilt and anger was mixing in a confusing way inside of her. It wasn't her fault that Angelo was acting like this, was it?
It broke Tunes' heart. She did not think that she had ever seen the Flareon mix so crestfallen. Nothing she knew of had ever affected Vivian like this. She looked back toward the door. Was Angelo this broken up, too? What in the world was going on with them?
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Post by Atticus on Aug 6, 2011 2:32:01 GMT -5
Ellie hesitated as she growled but noticed that she appeared to relax, her hisses fading. She continued to gentle rub the Flareon mix's head, cherishing it as the first time Vivian let her pet her. She grinned and wondered if she enjoyed it at all or if she just didn't mind the comfort now.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 6, 2011 2:38:53 GMT -5
Her mind still swirled with the thoughts of Angelo and Chance, but Ellie's petting was distracting her, because as much s she would like to believe that she did not care for being pet, she was enjoying the affection about now.
There was a noise from the bathroom, and her ears came up, but her head did not. Tunes looked, too, and Chance called in a small voice, "...Hello?"
Tunes rose and quickly fetched the little Eevee from the bathtub that, in his groggy, medicated state, had become his cage. She sat down on the futon, stroking his head as he laid in her lap.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 6, 2011 2:58:05 GMT -5
Ellie frowned at the three. "To think we were having a nice conversation while these three were apparently going through hell," the Trainer sighed, massaging her forehead in guilt and her own frustration. She wished right there more than ever that she could communicate with Pokémon. It would make her life a whole lot easier.
A tightening feeling returned to her chest as she held back a cough, afraid to disturb Vivian who seemed to finally be getting comfortable with her.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 6, 2011 23:07:32 GMT -5
"Poor guys," Tunes cooed, stroking the groggy Eevee tenderly. "I wonder what's going on..."
EV looked up as she felt a tremor through the girl's body. She lifted her head, looking at her warily, her thoughts momentarily off of the Umbreon as she wondered if his trainer was getting sick again.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 8, 2011 12:48:02 GMT -5
Outside, Angelo picked himself up and began to walk around a little. He was being too overdramatic and he knew that inside, EV was probably cursing at him, thinking what an oversensitive baby he was. But he couldn't help it -- it was just a part of who he was. And he wasn't always sensitive, only when it came to things like this... He kicked a pebble across the ground gloomily, trotting over to it and crushing it under his paw in frustration. Stupid emotions. My life would be easier if I was tough and strong like Desoto or Erol...
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 8, 2011 15:15:14 GMT -5
EV sighed, rising from the bed and trotting from the room. If Angelo was going to run off and put himself in danger, he would need backup. At least that is what she told herself. It took her a minute to figure out the door, but then she slid out, letting the door close on its own behind her, and looked around for Angelo.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 8, 2011 15:22:34 GMT -5
Angelo, only around the other building, heard the door shut behind him. He pricked his ears and peeked over the side of the building, spotting EV looking around. Was she looking for him? His ears flattened and he drew back, pressing his dark form against the blue walls.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 8, 2011 15:27:51 GMT -5
Her head cocked in that direction as she caught somethign move out of the corner of her eye. She slowly started that way, her metal claws clicking distinctively as she walked.
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Post by Atticus on Aug 8, 2011 15:33:41 GMT -5
Angelo braced himself as he heard her metal claws clinking against the pavement, getting louder as she approached. The Umbreon sighed, shaking his head. He wasn't going to keep running away and making a fool of himself. He'd let the Flareon/Umbreon say what she needed to say before she'd claw his ears off. He was humiliated. But he couldn't keep running -- after all, he would need to go home eventually. The Dark Type rounded the corner; he might as well make it quicker. He sat down in front of her and wrapped his tail around his paws.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Aug 8, 2011 15:52:07 GMT -5
As she rounded the corner she stopped, a little surprised to see him waiting for her. As she saw him there, she suddenly was not sure what to say. What could she say? He was mad at her for something she did unconsciously. She was not going to apologize for that.
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