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Dave shook his head as she talked, rubbing his forehead. "Look, Brisa," he said, gritting his teeth. "stop trying to talk sense into that fucking thing, it's just babbling some fucking nonsense. I don't know what the fuck it's even talking about half the time." The Shadow looked at him with its...

The Shadow looked at Brisa, doubtful, still shivering. It was too much to hope the thing'd be at all receptive to logic, wasn't it. "...I almost killed Nate back there," it said, and his stomach twisted. "I thought he was the spy and he was going to hurt her." "Of course he's not the fucking...

Mia tilted her head, still looking dissatisfied. "Sparring sounds good." Dave looked up at Brisa, part of him wanting to object, but right now, a bigger part was just grateful for the silence, however it'd been achieved. Mia returned to her sandwich as if nothing were more natural, though he...

Dave looked at Brisa, blinking, a weird sting in his heart. Fuck. This fucking kid. Mia gave her a suspicious glance. "Why?" He took a deep breath, rubbed at his eyes, tried to focus past the alcohol, figure out what to say. Everything was heavy and unpleasant. "Sometimes you remember shit you...

Dave blinked at her. "If you say so." Mia was squinting at him. "What memories?" He waved a paw. "It's... it's not important." "You sound like it's important." Of course this was happening. Dave chugged the rest of his drink, ordered another.

Dave quirked an eyebrow at that, took a gulp of his drink. It’s fine. Sure. What a thing to say. ”Did you?” asked the Shadow. ”I only made things worse.” Dave rolled his eyes at it but didn’t say anything. Mia was looking between them, confused. ”...Those memories,” the other Poochyena...

“I guess,” Dave said. Yeah. Somehow or another, he had. That was something. The Shadow was shivering again, looking at Brisa. Dave watched it, tense, his chest tight. “That shit you saw there,” he began before he could think better of it. “It’s not...” His jaw clenched. What the fuck was he...

Dave exhaled slowly. Okay. That was one problem dealt with, for now. Mia asked a few more questions about the Shadow, mostly random shit about whether they could use it to scout locations and have Dave recover its memories. When he'd said several times that he didn't know, and vaguely told her...

"No," Dave snapped. Mia cocked her head. "Why not? It would be interesting to see what happens if you're in different places." He squeezed his eyes shut, dragged a paw over his face. Why, God, why did this have to become even more difficult with Mia there. It was hard to think. He took another...

"Yeah, no shit it's more to do with him than me." Dave received another glass and sipped it irritably. Mia peered at Brisa, and the Shadow, and back at Dave. "You aren't under great stress now, though." "So you'd fucking think." "Then why didn't it dissipate?" "Fuck knows," Dave growled. The...

Mia tilted her head at that explanation. "That's weird. Feelings are just neurotransmitters and neural activation within a brain. You can't have a person who's just some feelings and nothing else." Dave gave Brisa a silent glare. "Yeah. Nate attacked me. Apparently Mia told him that I'd made...

"Good." Dave got another glass and downed most of it. The Shadow gave Brisa a hesitant look; Dave glared at it. "As for my night," he said, "I just got assaulted in the street by that fucking Mudkip? Apparently he's come up with some kind of batshit conspiracy theory where I'm a danger to...

Dave raised an eyebrow at Brisa. "Hi." He downed the rest of his glass and waved to the bartender for another. "Hello," Mia said. The other Poochyena looked up warily. "Are you here to talk about Spirit's Edge?" Fuck's sake. "No, she isn't." Dave glared up at Brisa, eyes bloodshot. "I have...

The other Poochyena didn't go away. It'd been a challenge to get back to drinks in the first place; Dave'd been turned away from the bar at first, politely informed if not in so many words that he looked like seven kinds of shit, and pointed to a bathhouse. He'd scrubbed the blood out of his...

From the Pasta Plaza scene.

Reviewed chapter 2 of Different Eyes.

Oof. I like how the guard sees her as a threat for trying to communicate in a language he doesn't understand, doesn't regard her as enough of a person to try to communicate back. Presumably, the actual reason Dusk thinks a morph should see someone like them when they wake up is Dusk herself...

Dave managed to rise, his vision swimming, legs swaying. All there was was... the Mudkip, squirming in the grip of his familiar. What the shit? It was seriously just him? What the fuck kind of move was that? Mia had her scythes raised, eyes narrowed. "Yeah, well, what the fuck do you think we...

Dave was all set to just leave this entire encounter behind, hopefully for good, when suddenly there was a sound behind him, and something hit him like a fucking truck. He crashed into the pavement, blood rushing from his nose, his entire body aching, heart pounding with a sudden spike of...

Dave turned around in alarm at the Mudkip's voice, tensing, only to find him wobbling on his feet, vomiting out a puddle of water that didn't even reach him. Christ, the fucker was still going. It was deeply pathetic and extremely satisfying. "You shouldn't try to fight when you're going to...