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| Yarver's face knotted into an interesting shape at the suggestion that the job might be anything //but// real, as though the concept of lying about something like that was insultingly foreign, but he didn't comment on it. "I'm sure technically Jagdish would prefer someone that isn't a partial circuiter, though I suppose it has some charm that the gym leaders have all seen you at least once," he commented mildly. "And I imagine you can sleep it over if you're willing to sleep at my place in Vale, or here." He thumbed to the building, imposing despite its partial ruin and the comfortable distance they had to it. | Yarver's face knotted into an interesting shape at the suggestion that the job might be anything //but// real, as though the concept of lying about something like that was insultingly foreign, but he didn't comment on it. "I'm sure technically Jagdish would prefer someone that isn't a partial circuiter, though I suppose it has some charm that the gym leaders have all seen you at least once," he commented mildly. "And I imagine you can sleep it over if you're willing to sleep at my place in Vale, or here." He thumbed to the building, imposing despite its partial ruin and the comfortable distance they had to it. |
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| **✘ IN PROGRESS** | <color #884400>Yarver's grimace seemed significant. Personal dislike of lying? Jadgish disliked lying? None of them could be //terrible// at lying or this wouldn't be a successful conspiracy but the Taqnateh gymleader was notoriously reclusive, and having obvious tells would be a more sensible explaination than some of the ones she'd heard.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>Her favourite of the ridiculous ones she'd heard was that Taqnateh gymleader had died of natural causes but his beloved Psychic pokemon had figured out how to puppet his dramatic cape, and trainers were actually fighting at least two pokemon in a trenchcoat.</color> |
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| | <color #884400>Adelaide pushed those thoughts aside. They had no value right now. What did she want? What did she need? Farsight, picking up on something, nibbled at her fingers. Fleeing to Vale was an incredibly appealing thought. Possibly too appealing. Yarver's life was on the line and even if she didn't run, Adelaide wasn't sure what would be too much. Baulking and not wanting to move? Hesitating? Probably no to both, but could she take that risk?</color> |
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| | <color #884400>"I think... maybe it would be best if I take at least an hour or so to get control of my emotions?" she admitted.</color> |
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| | Yarver nodded slowly. For long seconds, the silent acknowledgement was his only response, his gaze wandering off for most of the duration, invisibly working through some thoughts. Then his attention was back on her and he said: "We can stay out here for that time, or I can find you a guest room where you can nap. Or, if you're hungry, we can get you something to eat. How do you want to spend the hour?" |
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| | <color #884400>"Would a cup of tea be possible?" she asked, slightly plaintively.</color> |
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| | The mundane question caused a slow, sincere smile to blossom on Yarver's face. "Of course. Come, let's go inside," he gestured, rising from his sit, displacing Cerise's hair braiding-and-unbraiding efforts, to the pokémon's obvious dismay. |
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