[ It's Absol that has her knock herself out of the place she's wedged herself into. The misery and hurt and uncertainty of it all is buried and gone, replaced with concern for Nanu (and naturally, his pokemon, as well). If things were going well, Absol wouldn't have tracked her all the way to the other side of Verens in a small apartment. Nothing about it is home in any sense and she tries not to stay there most of the time she's awake because there's hardly enough room for even her smaller pokemon to be let loose -- and the larger ones needed space to run.
She wasn't happy for the past few weeks, but she needed time to sort through her feelings and not let it rise to anger. Some nights she was unbelievably unhappy to an extent she trekked out for a drink or two, -- something that was reserved for too much paperwork or a difficult and harrowing case. It still felt empty if not hollow, weak and lost without Nanu. She'd always felt strongly about him and it was true to an extent that she'd settled in with him with such ease... but she'd never really thought about it or how her feelings ran through her deep and strong and he'd so very often cross her mind. Over ten years without cards or gifts or the feeling of warmth that came when someone stood close to you. Without that almost-sly chuckle of his, without a sidelong glance or knowing smirk.
It all still fell into place.
She'd thanked Absol, offered a few berries while she packed the little clothing she had and awkwardly and almost shyly (as if Absol might judge) decided on what to wear. She was dressed perfectly fine, but it felt like she needed the armor or familiarity of a blazer to confront him again. Too eager to wait, she opts to go as-is in a light, white sleeveless blouse with a bit of a tie-like embellishment, black slacks, and another pair of plain black heels. She looks at herself, still, in the mirror, smoothing out her shirt and pants and quietly asking his pokemon if she looks alright.
No red rims around her eyes, there's a certain glow to her that doesn't go unnoticed by her. Hopefulness, maybe? Room checked over, she makes her way back with Absol at her side even as her nerves fray at the edges when she can't decide whether she should knock on the door or not. Ultimately, she just enters through the back door and allows herself the upper-hand, looking for both his pokemon and him. When she tries to call out and at least give him a warning, she finds that anxiety prevents it.
action, idk about two weeks ago?
She wasn't happy for the past few weeks, but she needed time to sort through her feelings and not let it rise to anger. Some nights she was unbelievably unhappy to an extent she trekked out for a drink or two, -- something that was reserved for too much paperwork or a difficult and harrowing case. It still felt empty if not hollow, weak and lost without Nanu. She'd always felt strongly about him and it was true to an extent that she'd settled in with him with such ease... but she'd never really thought about it or how her feelings ran through her deep and strong and he'd so very often cross her mind. Over ten years without cards or gifts or the feeling of warmth that came when someone stood close to you. Without that almost-sly chuckle of his, without a sidelong glance or knowing smirk.
It all still fell into place.
She'd thanked Absol, offered a few berries while she packed the little clothing she had and awkwardly and almost shyly (as if Absol might judge) decided on what to wear. She was dressed perfectly fine, but it felt like she needed the armor or familiarity of a blazer to confront him again. Too eager to wait, she opts to go as-is in a light, white sleeveless blouse with a bit of a tie-like embellishment, black slacks, and another pair of plain black heels. She looks at herself, still, in the mirror, smoothing out her shirt and pants and quietly asking his pokemon if she looks alright.
No red rims around her eyes, there's a certain glow to her that doesn't go unnoticed by her. Hopefulness, maybe? Room checked over, she makes her way back with Absol at her side even as her nerves fray at the edges when she can't decide whether she should knock on the door or not. Ultimately, she just enters through the back door and allows herself the upper-hand, looking for both his pokemon and him. When she tries to call out and at least give him a warning, she finds that anxiety prevents it.
She lets Absol lead the way. ]