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[ulaulakahuna]

[ for private telepathy, face-to-face, or if you're just dropping by... ]

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action, backdated to mid-may.

[latiosite]

[ The library seems the best place to meet overall if not a preferred meeting spot for many, but she opts instead to have Nanu meet her somewhere a little more quiet. It had taken a very strange task for the her to vocalize the suggestion she'd had since day one and been honestly surprised that he'd agreed to. Nanu did like his privacy, after all.

She's chosen a restaurant they both didn't dislike despite the exterior leaving much to desire to meet at. Hardly bustling or in the more active areas, it allowed them to have some privacy before heading out. There were a few promising places nearer the outskirts of the city -- and some a little beyond that -- which seemed like they may be adequate. The problem, of course, was finding a place that had an open enough concept that Krookodile and Raikou in particular would be able to get around (Salamence, she knew, would be a bit difficult in general) and preferably with a large yard. It didn't matter if it was fenced off, just so long as the property belonged to them. She'd made the suggest for a fenced-in yard based on the fact that some stranger might assume they're actual monsters and attack even if their pokemon were plenty friendly.

They could build it with ease, of course. She didn't expect that Nanu would be very pleased about that, though.

Renting wouldn't be an issue if not for the likelihood that claws and large tails and wings might leave marks and leave them in an awkward (and expensive) situation, so after much discussion it was settled on rent-to-own. It's an odd thing to be discussing with Nanu but in some ways it feels exihilirating and absolutely wonderful, things around her just a little brighter when he makes a suggestion or they discuss something they like or dislike.

It's been mostly uneventful, but some landlords simply aren't ideal. Too high-strung even if they would be contractually obligated to carry on and own the place. Then there was the current one, an elderly woman who had run a farm with her husband who had more recently passed and addressed the two of them as Mr. and Mrs. Nanu and seemed to want the tradition to carry on.

And really, who was she to deny it when she hasn't confirmed it, either? They've finally been left alone to explore the place and the plentiful property -- which included a large shed and an attractive sunroom for gardening during the colder months. Anabel is the first to lead him away from the potential landlord with a practiced smile, gently pushing at his elbow with a hand and curving her fingers around it to have him come into the kitchen with her. There's laughter in her voice that threatens to spill over is all too clear even as she keeps her volume low. ]

Well, Deerling, I think this one certainly is better than the last we looked at.

[ That one would take a lot of work. It could be interesting, but they've obviously other things to focus on than rebuilding a home from the ground-up. ]

[ulaulakahuna]

[This whole thing is a mess he never wanted to get into at any time of his life, ever. This is also the most domestic he's ever been in his life, ever.]

[The idea couldn't have been thought around, though, and Nanu can acknowledge it's important to have... well, shelter, and a place to live. He would have been just fine with the community housing mentioned in the 'newcomers brochure', or even finding a run-down shack to take up residence in. But with finding Anabel and their concurrent circumstances, his sub-standard needs aren't up to par anymore, and so most of the talking and planning went to Anabel.]

[He'd spent nearly the last decade of his life living in a police station that was already abandoned when he got there, and paying such a low rent for the shitty area it became. He had no plans to move anytime soon. Now, they've been dumped in this world, and as much as Nanu hates having to look for a home, he hates that this place has become home for an indefinite amount of time. That's what bothers him most about this entire idea.]

[Thankfully Anabel takes the brunt of the socializing aspect, and they're equally gifted in scrutinizing rooms for defects or other needs not met. The various landlords react similarly to any other regular person in either of their worlds, finding Nanu to be barely anything more than a walking corpse, and he imagines what they must think of Anabel for coming around with him.]

[The latest assumption by this last woman took the cake, though - Nanu had no chance to correct the older woman when she first addressed them as a couple, and "Mrs. Nanu" made him nearly choke. Anabel's perfectly put-on demeanor certainly didn't help things, either.]

If you think so, Missy. [he says through semi-grit teeth, though with no hostility aimed toward Anabel. She can clearly see the way the landlord's affected him.] Like I've said, I'd be fine in a hole in the ground.

action, idk about two weeks ago?

[latiosite]

[ 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.

She lets Absol lead the way. ]

we're great at managing this timeline

[ulaulakahuna]

[Absol's absence had gone unnoticed. Not out of neglect, but complacency. Back home, Absol was prone to wandering solo for a few hours at a time, always showing back up in the nick of time if needed. Here in Empatheais, Nanu reigns in most of his pokémon that would cause a stir if seen alone. But if any of them could hold their own or vanish in a snap, it's Absol.]

[Not that Nanu was in any condition to go searching for him.]

[As soon as Anabel left, her absent presence left a hole in the atmosphere. Not even his pokémon could fill the gap, as much as Nanu loves them. It was a different sort of empty that he could feel inside and out. A Black Hole Eclipse where his heart used to be. And yet, he didn't leave the house. He knew it was the best place for his pokémon, and he certainly lacked the motivation to get up and go anywhere. Those are about the only reasons why he stayed. Besides, where would he go?]

[Of course, staying put and wallowing in pity created its own share of problems. As always, he took good care of his pokémon, but as for himself? It was a funk worse than his worst days in Alola, cooped up in the Po Town police station. Food didn't dwindle, because he barely ate. He only drank water when one of his pokémon pushed him to do so, and even then it was the bare minimum. Trash and laundry piled up - never getting to true Tepig-sty levels, saved only by Persian's cleanliness, but noticeable all the same. His brood, meanwhile, tried their hardest to help, bless their souls. Persian never left his side, despite trying to nudge him out the door or do something for himself; she's the one who could force him to eat and drink, after all. Honchkrow would nestle in any room Nanu wandered into, closeby. Krookodile and Sableye, once they discovered trying to play incited nothing from him, learned to simply sit with him as he groomed or fed them. Absol... silent as ever, gave support in his own way, yet...]

[No one noticed he was gone, of course. The only person that would have gotten him to go anywhere was absent herself. He rarely socialized before this, ignoring many of the crystal broadcasts, and his outings were limited to exploring or seeking out other pokémon trainers. But a while cooped up in the house? Not unusual enough for anyone to come looking. And Nanu's glad for that. He doesn't want anyone to come find him, try to fix him. He wants...]

[He only wants Anabel to come back. Yet he knows she shouldn't.]

[So when Absol disappeared, Nanu knew it had gone to wander or explore or maybe even find its own fun after it got fed up with his trainer's depression. And that was fine; Nanu knew he'd be back by the end of the day. After the days dragged on, he found himself spending a lot of time in the living room of the house, lying on the couch during the day and not bothering to return to his room at night. That's where he is when Absol returns with Anabel in tow. He doesn't get up when he hears the door (It must be Absol, is all he thinks], though the rest of his pokémon turn to them knowingly and watch her expectantly.]

[Anabel will find that the frost she left behind has since melted, but it seems to have taken the walls with it somehow. While still standing, their appearance looks like the finish has drooped like candle wax. Perhaps even more noticable is an almost complete lack of color. The pokémon are the most vivid things in the room, compared to the rest of the desaturated house around them. When she nears the living room that Absol first walks to, she'll notice Nanu before the vice-versa. His clothes are rumpled, jacket strewn somewhere and red shirt untucked; flip-flops are somewhere else entirely. His hair is sticking up in places from not having in brushed, and his face - unshaven and prickly, with sunken eyes surrounded by more bags than thought possible.]

mental text i guess!!

[latiosite]

We are out of milk again. I believe you should, perhaps, indulge in it less...

mental text at the speed of a typewriter

[ulaulakahuna]

I haven't been drinking any milk

wait here's another one!!

[latiosite]

Ah, Nanu! Did you hear?

suspicious

[ulaulakahuna]

they're giving out free passes home?

since you did event starter, i owe you this.

[latiosite]

[ It's much later in the evening than expected when she finally manages to spot Nanu in the distance. It's not so far or crowded that she needs to run to catch him, but she certainly picks up the pace. By now, some of her hair has loosened, but it still remains mostly intact aside from a length spilling over the side against her cheek. She smiles warmly when she catches his eyes and stops just short of where he's settled.

...what... what happened to him? This might be the last time he'll agree to an event like this from the looks of it, but she hopes it wasn't too terrible... ]

There you are! You make it difficult to find you, you know. [ He must have gotten sidetracked just as well as she had, in this case. Her cheeks are flushed from some wine she's shared, but it was only a respectable amount and she's certain that though it might have affected her positively it really didn't seem to make her anything different than usual while content and with a friend. But she's already taking his hand in hers without much of a second thought -- clearly not the alcohol. But if not the alcohol, then one very important thing should be addressed, shouldn't it? ] I hope everything is alright... ah. Did... did you get into a fight, Nanu?

pérfécto 👌

[ulaulakahuna]

[oh thank god]

[Anabel is a magnificent sight for sore eyes. As soon as Nanu catches sight of her lavender hair, his feet carry him in her direction before he fully realizes it. She looks fine - a little flushed, maybe, but that's probably a result of the festival. It gives him hope that she found enjoyment in the rest of the evening after he effectively abandoned her.]

[His response is delayed by the taking of his hand, though he makes sure not to hesitate too obviously. He lets her, he's too tired to put a ton of thought into it, and besides - it's nice. A kind of...relaxing, comforting nice. He even reciprocates a little, instead of being a limp noodle.]

Sorry. I didn't mean to get separated for so long.

[And he genuinely didn't, even if he ended up taking advantage of a little alone time near the end. Look how that turned out, really. Nanu's looked worse, but he supposes he does look pretty roughed up; his suit is dirty and rumpled and untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows. He's got a few scuffs on his face and arms that he hasn't bothered to clean off, and his hair is mussed, not helped by the hand he's running through it. To top it all off, his sandals seem to be missing completely?]

[He looks down at himself for a solid moment, before looking back up at Anabel with his usual deadpan.]

There may have been an incident.

voice!

[latiosite]

[ She's managed to only bump into him a few times, but sooner or later her avoidance will get noticed. Likely, it already has. Her internal voice comes in exhausted and quiet; like she's struggling to remain awake. Weak. ]

I'm... I'm not feeling terribly well, so I will be sequestering myself to my room for now. Please do not worry about me, I'll just be keeping to myself for the foreseeable future.

[ She really hopes it does. She isn't put together at all, wearing a pair of shorts and a much too large t-shirt in an attempt to stave off the heat and the pain. Her hair is a little frizzy between the heat and sweat and lack of care and she feels like she must look gaunt and unpleasant. ]

It should pass soon enough.

immediate action

[ulaulakahuna]

[Yeah, this isn't going to fly. He's surprised she thinks it will.]

[Of course Nanu's noticed her avoidance. At first, he wondered if he'd slipped up somewhere; said the wrong thing off-hand, insulted her, and she refuses to admit it. Then, he thought maybe that tale of their past stirred her up again after too many long nights spent thinking about it.]

[But for him, evidence always makes itself apparent. That amulet-wide broadcast from one of the Arehtei themself didn't go without scrutinization on his part, nor did the ridiculously stupid plot cooked up by a couple of fools. The Arehtei "Sosyne". Anabel's supposedly-aligned Arehtei. And at this point, it's not hard to make the connection.]

[Immediately after her message to him, Nanu takes the short walk down the hall to her room and knocks on her door. He only says,]

Anabel.

[in a tone of voice that tells her he's not buying it.]

4am voice wake up old man

[broceanic]

Meowth... k--cat? Cat followed me home, help? What do I do? What do I feed it??

4am extended snoring

[ulaulakahuna]

[the one time he sleeps for more than five minutes and his wake up call is Archie's stupid voice and he hopes it was a bad dream but no the voice in his head keeps talking why is it talking who is talking to him at four in the goddamn morning]

[groggily:]

Hgwhat.

action, backdated to the midnight carnival.

[latiosite]

[ Again, they were separated for some time, but Anabel hopes that his evening went better than the last event. This time, he had Persian at his side so hopefully she was able to distract and catch some slack for him with anyone more interested in causing him strife too busy cooing over her to bother with him. Hopefully, at least.

When Anabel spots him from a distance, she picks up her pace so she doesn't lose him in the crowd and carefully falls to a light jog when approaching. Sidling up beside him, she gently scoops his arm up. ]

There you are.

[ulaulakahuna]

[At least he had a few amusing encounters, making this carnival much better than the last festival. For a second time, though, he hadn't meant to pull away from Anabel for long. At least this time around, Nanu's in a much better mood and they're meeting up while the carnival is still going strong. Not to mention no one's tried to dunk him in any fountains or blow him up, that's a big plus.]

[Persian spots her first, alerting him to her approach. He turns just as her jog comes to a stop, his arm settling around hers, used to this gesture of affection by now. Somehow his headband has ended up on Persian (racking her number of ears up to six...), who greets Anabel by rubbing against her leg, and he's carrying something in his other hand.]

Hey. I could say the same to you.

delivery, backdated to around xmas eve? idk.

[torsion]

[ Hey look it's the friend who doesn't want you to be a shaman! It's just a box of macarons; decently sized and clearly store bought. Fresh, at the very least. It's wrapped in silver foil gift wrap with a red and green striped ribbon tied around it with an accompanying card.

I had no idea what to get you, sorry. I figured this would do at least? If you don't like them I'll send a pie or something your way.

Have a good one. It's just signed "Jill">. ]

The Bullshit

[broceanic]

[it's quite late. or is it early? archie's not sure. he doesn't have a digital watch, and he doesn't have the energy to lift his head and look up and the nearby clocktower. it's also cold, but he doesn't care. crobat is sitting near him on the ground, grunting and chittering, likely lecturing its trainer on being stupid. he just stays where he is, laying on his back on a bench near the side of the street. maybe he'll luck out and a meteor will strike him.

archie cares about what crobat has to say, but he's too tired to do anything about it. his fifth wind faded about half an hour ago and now he's back to wishing he was in the fuckin' ground. what day is it? when did he last sleep longer than an hour? he truly doesn't remember.

while archie is ruminating on the meaning of life, crobat has spotted a friend and started hopping towards him.]

Crobat! [it twitters. hello!]

(™)

[ulaulakahuna]

[The night really is cold. Nanu's glad he opted for real shoes instead of flip-flops, and a long-sleeved jacket over his pajamas. Not that they're getting their intended use, roaming the streets instead of in bed under blissful unconsciousness. He's past the point of caring. It's the norm at this point, and has been for long over a decade. While it's hit-or-miss in this world, tonight is a particularly bad case. One that he doesn't want to bother Anabel with. Nanu just grabbed his coat and shoes and left for a walk.]

[Of course, someone had to follow him, even though he wanted his pokémon to stay and rest (he never learns). Absol stalks with him in the shadows, a silent companion without need for commentary. He's grateful. He's always grateful.]

[Absol notices Crobat (and Archie) first, always on alert. He brushes against his trainer's leg as a warning—causing Nanu to grumble off-kilter for a moment—and gives Crobat a subtle nod. It isn't until the bench comes closer into view that Nanu gets the gist of what's going on; the bat gets a pat on his head as they pass by. Though about as talkative as Nanu is, Absol cordially stays back with Crobat with knowing eyes.]

[Instead of walking away, he keeps on scuffling forward until he's in front of the bench, head bent to look at Archie's face with his own tired eyes, without greeting.]

probably valentine's idk

[latiosite]

[ She's as prepared as she can be for this, now. It's been a thought for months now in passing and a more intensely intrusive one for the past weeks. It's something she can't shake, something she has a sincere need to bring to light. Today alone, she has waited. From first light -- as she often wakes -- and through simple daily tasks, the average tending to of the berries outside, feeding pokemon, and showering them with attention before showering and doing a bit of cleaning. It's still early when she finishes -- before noon -- and she gathers herself up and tells herself she's being silly.

Anabel takes her time outside his bedroom door. Hand curled like the knots in her stomach before she raises it higher and knocks at the door frame. She waits a moment and opens the door, peeking in slightly. ]

Good afternoon. May I have some of your time?

[ That... probably isn't how she should've started this. ]

close enough

[ulaulakahuna]

[Nanu's been up for the necessary morning routines, but found himself staying in his room once he'd gotten dressed. It's mostly Persian's fault, honestly; who is he to say no when she leans half her body weight on him and demands attention? The other pokémon are fed, he can spare the time. He wouldn't dare interrupt the lawnmower purr she's got going right now.]

[The knock on his door can't be anyone else. He practically has her specific knock memorized, besides.]

Hmh? [is his efficient reply before the door opens, not making a move to get up or stop the petting session he and Persian are in the middle of. As always, Anabel is the pinnacle of politeness. Nanu shifts his head to look at her directly when she peeks in.]

[The way she words it is a little... --well. Not inpersonal, because that's not the kind of person she is. But it's also bluntly succinct in a way she usually isn't with him. He raises his signature eyebrow.]

Yeah? ...Somethin' wrong?

forward-dated to event.

[torsion]

[ It's just an image of Krookodile rolling in sand. That's it. ]

honestly this could also not be a misfire

[ulaulakahuna]

[squint.png IS this some sort of secret code or request]

[He just...sends the image back to her? With a voice-over?]

Are you...trying to tell me something...?

forward-dated HERE WE GO

[latiosite]

[ Anabel has a large, cotton bag attached to her shoulder as she shuffles ahead of Nanu with a hum. She's lured by the sweet smell of ripe fruit, nearly all unfamiliar to her. The shapes are similar to berries in some cases, but often the colors are different and the interior flesh will have a different texture and taste. She can never gauge if she's meant to eat the outside, whether it is thick or thin. She's stopped before guava; small, green spheres that remind her of Lum berries. Anabel has had them before, having bought a few when she saw them on sale previously. The exterior doesn't seem edible, but it is. It's a little more sour than the interior, which has an almost custard-texture and hard but edible tiny seeds. She likes it a lot (and so did Weavile, which was why she hadn't returned home with any) and they're fragrantly ripe without bordering rotten.

Scooping one up, she can't help but breathe it in before filling her hands and putting them in the bag. She leaves one out, which she holds out to Nanu. ]

I think you'll like this. It's a bit sour and sweet -- a little like you, come to think of it. [ Her face is dusted the faintest pink as she laughs at her tease with pursed lips. ] I wish it was easier to decide what to buy. I do like strawberries, at least... hm.

hehehehuehu :3c

[ulaulakahuna]

[He's always hated grocery shopping. Well—not hate. It's just high on his Hassle List of activities, and unfortunately something essential to living properly. But as with most things, Anabel is the exception to the rule.]

[Nanu's not exactly much help, though. Answering her questions, do you need this or that, are we low on something; grabbing an item off the shelf as they pass by and depositing it in her bag. Today's not necessarily essentials, otherwise they'd need a cart for various pokémon-pet items. It's been a slow-paced day in general, and right now Nanu is content to shuffle along behind or beside her, aimlessly glancing over fruits and vegetables and other fresh produce.]

[He takes the guava, turning it over in one hand. To him, it's like an Aguav berry...and to be honest, he's starting to see a pattern with the scrambled names. He can smell the sweetness without bringing it close to his face, though; certainly less bitter than the berries he's thinking of.]

In that case, it needs to be drier.

[Ba-dum-tshh. The guava gets dumped in her bag with the rest as Anabel thinks on her next decision. Without being big on fruit in general, Nanu doesn't have any suggestions... other than aiming toward fruit that won't make big bold stains if Sableye and Weavile get their hands on them.]

You'd buy them out of fruit stock entirely if you had the chance.

telepathy (misfire event!)

[blueser]

[Nanu just receives the same phrase echoing from Blue's memory over and over for about 10 seconds]

Room full of blood Room full of blood Room full of blood ROOM FULL OF BLOOD

no get out

[ulaulakahuna]

[Cripes, that was annoying.]

[And strange, that qualifies. Ten solid seconds is nine seconds longer than it usually takes for Nanu to instinctively block communications from someone. Although it's usually not this extreme. He has no idea if this is a memory, real-time, or just someone trying way too hard.]

[So he sends a tentative voice back.] ...Someone need help?

misfire

[broceanic]

The oxbow lake, which is the most common type of fluvial lake, is a crescent-shaped lake that derives its name from its distinctive curved shape. Oxbow lakes are also known as cutoff lakes. Such lakes form regularly in undisturbed floodplains as a result of the normal process of fluvial meandering. Either a river or stream forms a sinuous channel as the outer side of its bends are eroded away and sediments accumulate on the inner side, which forms a meandering horseshoe-shaped bend. Eventually as the result of its meandering, the fluvial channel cuts through the narrow neck of the meander and forms a cutoff meander.

[someone's reading, and it's being broadcast into nanu's brain.]

I already know this... Unidirectional water flow is the key factor in lotic systems influencing their ecology. Stream flow can be continuous or intermittent, though. Stream flow is the result of the summative inputs from groundwater, precipitation, and overland flow. Water flow can vary between systems, ranging from torrential rapids to slow backwaters that almost seem like lentic systems--

[he's gonna keep reading this book, unaware he's broadcasting. better say something.]

is it though

[ulaulakahuna]

[good. lord. archie. what. is this did that emotional breakthrough mean nothing to you why are you still trying to ruin nanu's day-to-day life as you clearly are]

Blood flow can vary between blood vessels, ranging from normal velocity to complete suspension due to constriction that almost seems like strangulation symptoms.

Archie, what are you doing to me?

[the exasperation is palpable through their telepathic link]

wait a new thread

[latiosite]

[ She stands near the entrance of her room now that she's found herself in her pajamas, her hair braided and over her shoulder to keep it twisting in the night and she's quick to remove some of the decorative pillows to the other side of the room so they might be more comfortable.

Persian seems ready to hop on up and pass out but she looks over to Nanu. ]

Ah... which side would you prefer? I do not move around much in my sleep or on a particular side of the bed. I do often side-sleep, though.

[ So she'll be snuggling up before either of them know it. ]

how dare

[ulaulakahuna]

[Persian goes ahead and hops up anyway. She settles down in the middle, though, and toward the end of the bed—she can take up room when she wants to, but as it's the first time for all of them...well. She'll play nice for now.]

[Nanu stands in the doorway in his own sleepwear (a wrinkled t-shirt and too-long pajama pants) as Anabel prepares, watching her move about and glancing around the room. It's been a while since he'd really seen it, let alone been inside. The room is pristine. It smells comfortably like her. The comforter on top of the bed is cute. ...She even has decorative pillows? God, he does not belong here.]

[Of course, he's not going to renege on the trial just because his subconscious wants him to be miserable. He looks to Anabel when she speaks, in her cute pajamas and beautifully yet casually braided hair. ...He most definitely cannot leave.]

Don't have a preference. Been a while since I had even had the choice. [He shrugs, and ends up just shuffling over to the side Anabel's furthest away from.] I don't move around much either. Can't, really, sleepin' on a couch.

[broceanic]

Nanu! [someone's calling from outside. nanu might recognise the voice immediately, but also might be grateful it's not some stupid time in the morning. no, it's mid-afternoon. there's an awkward knocking at the door as archie kicks it lightly with his foot.] You in there? I got somethin' for you! Two things, actually!

[ulaulakahuna]

[hey guess who was fucking napping anyway]

[Kicking 'lightly with a foot' still produces a jarring sound, and Nanu opens his eyes with a scowl. His tiny and timid Meowth, which he was resting with, jumps off his lap and darts under the couch. So does Cat.]

'M not home.

[he groggily calls as if that would ever work]

audio; 4/13

[golisolation]

Yo Nanu—how much you know about that whole memory transferin' business?

[He knows Nanu knows how to do it, but it's not like he really paid attention to anything that's ever been explained to him about these amulets beyond the very basic of functions.]

[ulaulakahuna]

Not much.

[helpful and informative]

...Is what happened still botherin' you?

[broceanic]

[one day after nanu comes back from a walk or an outing or whatever, he'll come into the kitchen to see archie sitting on the counter eating an orange.

the right way, this time. he just waves at the kahuna. says nothing. like this is... normal?]

[ulaulakahuna]

[Coming in from a poké-walk, Persian and Absol trail behind Nanu as Honchkrow and Krookodile run around to the backyard and Sableye scrambles upstairs. The two felines find Archie first, with Nanu shuffling in behind them with the intent to get a snack.]

[He stops short when he sees Archie.]

[Nanu turns around to leave.]

[golisolation]

[So, basically Guzma's been pretty quiet and to himself for the past week or so, or so it seems. Kind of odd for the ex-gang leader, because usually he's getting up to some shit, and maybe he'd have bothered Nanu about it or something! But he hasn't. In fact, he's been pretty MIA for a bit now, and he certainly hasn't answered anyone who might have tried to contact him.

During the evening one night, however, he finds himself at Nanu's doorstep. He's got a half drank bottle of liquor in one hand, with his hood pulled up over his head—looking every bit suspicious. Fortunately, and unlike Archie, he doesn't try to bust in. Instead, he just rests his back against the door and settles on finishing his bottle silently.

He doesn't knock, he doesn't even ring Nanu up. Instead, he just decides to sit there and wait. Whether for Nanu to come by (if he isn't home already), or for him to open the door. But considering it's the middle of the night, chances are neither will happen, and so he'll end up likely falling asleep there until Nanu stumbles across his sorry ass snoozing on his door. Hunched forward with his head hanging, arms crossed over his chest in a futile effort to keep himself warm during the chill of the night, while the empty bottle of booze is on its side not too far from him.]

[ulaulakahuna]

[If Guzma wants to go off the grid, he knows how to go off the grid. So if Nanu doesn't hear from - or of - him for a while, it's not exactly worrisome. Especially after the way their dynamic has changed, the punk might want to step away from the serious talking they've been doing.]

[Just as expected, Nanu doesn't notice his presence until the next morning. Early enough to be bothered by the noise he hears his meowth and the cat making by the front door. He comes shuffling out of the kitchen after making coffee, mouth drawn tight and giving the two felines a shrewd look.]

What? What now? You're not getting out. [The meowth paws at the window next to the front door, and neither stop making noise. Nanu gives an annoyed, tired grunt.] Cripes, it better not be another bird or something.

[He goes to open the door and is met with...heavy resistance.]

[He pokes his head out the door and looks down.]

...You're not a bird.

voice; 5/19

[woo_oo]

[All of a sudden, one day a young girl's voice calls into his head.]

Yoo-hoo! Is this Mister Nanu?

[ulaulakahuna]

[uhhh for a solid half a minute he wonders if he can just...ignore this one.]

[Against better judgement, he does not. He sounds appropriately confused and worn.]

......Yeah? Who's this?

image; backdated to 7/1

[golisolation]

[What Nanu receives is the image of what is very clearly and unmistakable a Pokémon egg in Guzma's lap, while Golisopod joyfully inspects it. It's notably Guzma's lap, because his hands are resting on the egg, and there's his stupid gaudy gold watch on one wrist, and his black and white bracelets on the other. The image is clearly from Guzma's Point of view, too.

Also by now Nanu's probably pretty damn familiar with what it's like linking minds with the idiot ex-skull boss.

But that's it. Guzma doesn't say anything, no explanation, no nothing. There's just a feeling of... bafflement, really. He figures the image says enough, anyway.]

image;

[ulaulakahuna]

[Nanu is familiar with what it's like linking minds with the idiot, and he hates it. As such, his initial reaction to the irritating brain-itch with a loud groan and grimace.]

[That is, until he sees the situation being psychically broadcast to him. Honestly, Guzma's silence makes it even better. The grimace on the old man's face drops and he actually gives a bark of laughter.]

Hah! Got a little fraternization going on in your party, do you?

[broceanic]

[there's a gift, one day. it's a bunch of new sandals. you're welcome.

...okay, no there's also a note:] catch you back home, old man. don't expire until then.