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[It may seem like an odd endeavor, wandering the snowy streets of Goldenrod in such relatively unpleasant weather, but sure enough, that's precisely what Yagyuu's doing today. It's not the first time he's gone over these streets and it almost certainly won't be the last; he's not so much exploring today as he is just walking the familiar byways, his breath making translucent clouds in the chilly air.

There's a Vulpix riding along with him, curled around his shoulders and supported atop his backpack, nuzzled in close to his neck like an oversize, furry, Fire-type scarf. If the weight or the awkwardness of ferrying her in that way bothers him, he certainly doesn't show it; his own scarf is draped light but snug from his neck to his chin, and the collar of his heavy winter coat is turned up as added protection against the cold.

He's carrying a few bags with him, of varying sizes, all unmistakably from the Goldenrod Department Store—evidently, he's been out shopping. And perhaps he still is, because at the moment he's stopped in front of the frosted glass window of a jewelry store, peering in at the display and watching the light catch the facets of the gemstones as they glitter against their black velvet backings.]

Another four days and you'll be six months old, Masako. It is strange how time flies, isn't it?

[He's speaking quietly, more to himself than the little fox on his shoulders.]

And strange, too, how much can change in seven months.

[And he seems to dwell on that, lost in thought, as the jewels gleam bright in the window and the fine mist of his condensing breath drifts and disperses in the cold afternoon air.]

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And believe me, I have no desire to find out how.

You should tell Kitsunebi that.

[He doesn't need to really. Yet.]

[He knows better than to ask which one is Kitsunebi. That way lies madness and quite possibly an up-close-and-personal introduction to what is undoubtedly a Ghost Pokemon—which is ultimately the real point.]

Don't encourage them.

[It's the one he didn't name. The other is still nameless, though he is leaning towards Hiroko now he's found out what Yagyuu called his Vulpix. He brought it on himself.]

Whoever said I'm doing anything?

You're welcome to relay the message to Kitsunebi as well.

I'm sure I am.

Dare I ask if the house will still be standing by the time I get back?

Oh how you wound me so~

Would I really trash the place I'm staying in that much? [There are lines, Yagyuu. He'd like to keep warm and destroying the house kind of crosses that line.]

Ask me if I think you'd encourage the Pokemon to do it in your stead.

I don't really need to ask. Your confidence in me is always astounding, Yagyuu.

I'm trusting that I'll have a house to come back to, aren't I?

For now, anyway. [Summer might be different, depending on how hot it gets.]

It only needs to last another few hours. I won't be out that long.

[He remarks, as he glances back toward the glittering jewelry in the window.]

I'll bring coffee.

[He's not going to tell him this, but his Pokemon are outside at least. He's just. Still going around and getting used to everything while he's on his own for a bit. Another reason why this is just audio.]

It'll be fine.

[He doesn't mention anything about the coffee really, Yagyuu knows what type he likes, he's already said he's not going out in this weather, so it's just a matter of finding him in the house when he gets back.]

[And as promised, it does take a little while, but sooner or later Yagyuu makes his way back to the Tennis Haus, Masako still draped around his shoulders, his bags from the department store in one hand and a cardboard carrying tray with two takeout coffees in the other.

How he manages to get in the front door with a balancing act like that is a feat in itself, but such are his talents.]

[It's obviously a skill developed from tennis. Obviously. See, this is why tennis > golf.

Yagyuu will find the place completely as he left it as well, minus a few things shuffled around as he's looked to see what there is. When he notices all the bags Yagyuu's got though, he leaves him to deal with them all on his own. Such is life.]

Yo.

[He's decidedly cold, and the sudden warmth of the house is making his glasses fog over, but he still manages to maneuver his way to the table and set down the drinks before attending to the bags, Masako, and his coat and scarf, in that order.]

Hello, Niou-kun.

[The tone of his voice is, perhaps, just as warm as the interior of the house. It's still something a little new, a little fond, to walk into the house and hear Niou's voice greeting him in a place other than his own mind.]

[All he gets is a raised eyebrow at all the bags. He's not really trashed the place, but he is a little busy going through stuff at the moment, that and he's still getting used to this we all live under the same roof thing.

It's kind of nice to hear the warmth in his voice though, because he does notice these things.]

Coffee? [He may be just holding his hand out for it...]

The one with the star on it.

[No, he will not be indulging that unspoken request, thank you very much. No help with the bags, no favors with the coffee. Fair's fair.]

You've been busy.

[Damn. Don't mind while he drops something on the floor then. It wasn't breakable, but it makes a loud thud! noise.]

So have you.

[Yup, glancing at those bags that he didn't help with. He'll take his coffee though now he's standing up.]

[Really, Niou? We're going to be that childish? Really.]

I have a job. It's to be expected.

[Masako, on the other hand, looks scared witless at the abrupt thud, and scampers down and off to the nearest hiding place, squeaking all the way.]

[Only because he knows it'll annoy him. He's just a little bored okay? Snow doesn't make for fun things.

Though he didn't actually mean to terrify Masako at all.]

Puri.

[Whether that's at the Vulpix running and squeaking or Yagyuu having a job is left to interpretation though. Instead he'll just sip at that coffee.]

[Such are the hazards of keeping the world's shyest Vulpix in your roster. Yagyuu's mostly used to it by now, frankly, which is also why he's largely unfazed by her hiding. She'll come back out eventually, once it occurs to her that there was never any danger at all.]

I hope it's not poisoned. The waitresses at my usual coffee shop seem to have adopted an unusually fervent investment in the goings-on of my personal life.

[He remarks, deadpan, as he opens the department store bags and begins to unpack his spoils—shirts, ties, sweaters, a Fire Stone...]

[Poor thing, let's hope Pokemon don't have heart attacks... otherwise her lifespan will be very short.

He glances at him, mouth poised over the coffee after he's taken a sip.]

Guess it isn't. [That is kind of weird though. Last he remembered, not only did coffee shops not exist in the games, the NPC's that worked there didn't care either. Don't mind him while he picks up the odd things that Yagyuu's bought, especially the Fire Stone.]

[She's always been a skittish thing, ever since the day she hatched. Quite possibly that's part of the irony (and Yagyuu's sick sense of humor), that her name would seem so ill-fitting when held next to her demeanor, but she is nothing if not a Significant Fox, and perhaps that's why Yagyuu tolerates her shyness, when he otherwise demands so much from his team.

He tries his own cup, momentarily entertaining the idea of faking some death throes of his own—but no, he's not the theatrical one of the pair. That's someone else's role to play.]

Be careful with that, please.

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