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"But I was just talking naturally..." Owen slouched. "Maybe we're more different than I thought..." A bit of time passed, then Owen decided to take another burger for himself--he'd bought three and marveled to himself about his other self's appetite--and said, "I guess one thing I want to ask...

"Ng--" Owen slumped his head over. "...I guess I should have figured from who you're interested in," he said. "That was... Starr and Astrid, right? And I feel like you might have been interested in Aria, too, had, you know, things worked out. And they all have beans."

When Mergo spoke, Reshiram kept his head down, eyes closed, as he deeply contemplated what he was saying. Taking in every word, maybe even running the words over his head again from different angles. It was a careful posture, one that wouldn't leave any details open, should he spend all the time...

Soda glanced at Dave, following his eyes, and then looked toward the general direction of where Shadow was. "He's still there, eh?" he asked. "...Y'know, I thought I felt something for a while. Thought it was the wind. I can't see it all too well, but maybe if I focus..." Swirls of darkness...

"Uh--yeah, and, uh, I can just swap to Grass, too," Owen added. "I don't think it'll get to me too much, even in the cold." He followed them as usual, looking left and right to admire the streets. "Looks like they keep things pretty clean here, too," he remarked.

"W-w-waaiiiit, wait, hang on!" Owen said from the other side of the wall, legs kicking nothing while he tried to carefully pull himself back into the house. His horns got caught on something and they fell off on his way in, clattering somewhere on the couch, lost forever probably. "Y-you win! I...

Owen made a quick wave of his hand and the fire went out, like it was a thing he was always able to do. Maybe it was. His Fire manipulation was unparalleled at times. "...Wait!" Owen suddenly said, gasping, as he pointed ahead. "What's that?!" Owen bolted in the opposite direction, going for...

Owen blinked. "Yeah! Uh, I didn't. And, well, what's a little training hurt anyone, right? ...Aside from the hurt that comes from training, but, you know what I mean..." He shifted his weight, stumbling a little when he walked. Tittering, he added, "I think I overexerted myself a little, that's...

There was a look of panic in Owen's eyes as he tried to weigh his options and precisely what Brisa was implying. It was too unambiguous. "I... uh, memory problems, remember? And stuff." The ones that Owen had long since gone past. "...I mean. It's. Post-battle rushing. So my brain's a little...

The brain cells appeared to have ceased. And for a moment, the only sound was a stray tomato landing on Owen's chest. "I, uh--" He hastily picked it up and shoved it in his mouth. "Uhmm, I d-don't remember doing that before!" he said. "I, uh, I mean, I have, I mean, it's not like it's my, I...

Owen tilted his head again, pausing between bites. Owen had a lot of brain cells, but unfortunately only fifteen of them were dedicated to these kinds of encounters. "Maybe I am more excited than usual," he said, taking another bite. The burger was about three quarters gone, now. "I guess I...

"Yeah, a real relief," Owen said. "I wasn't sure what to do with legs at first, but then I got used to it." He took a few mock-celebratory steps, then nodded to himself. "It was nice of Diyem to make sure the body was, uh, the right way this time." He walked along with the duo, adding, "Oh, and...

"He-e-ey guys!" someone called from the sky. Swirling above them was a great fire lizard, his orange scales and cream underbelly eclipsing the sun for a brief moment as he descended. He tilted back, flicking his tail forward, and beat his wings a few times before folding them in. He'd folded...

"E-eh? Hiding? Please, you know I can't hide things." Owen waved dismissively with a free hand before taking another big bite. "Maybe I'm just excited, huh? The whole world is behind us this time, yeah?! I guess... I'm confident. Yeah! That's the way to phrase it. Confident!" He wasn't looking...

"Something peculiar?" Owen asked, tilting his head. "No, I, uh, I didn't eat anything! Except for this burger! Well, I didn't eat it yet, actually, but mmmmnnfffffmnfmnf. Smme?" He took a bite out of it mid-sentence and grinned at Brisa as if to prove himself. Swallowing, he added, "What, was I...

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Thanks!" Owen grinned. "I was really nervous about it, but I guess all that training really paid off." His flame crackled a little and he reached for one of the extra large burgers that he had bought, looking almost surprised by the weightiness of it in his hands. "To think we...

"Aren't I always in a good mood?" Owen asked, tilting his head to the point where his horn got caught in the wall. "Gah!" He quickly pulled back, reversing, and thankfully didn't break anything. "Guess I'm still getting used to, uh, the size. Oh, training. Well, you know. Heading to the...

"Hey," Owen greeted back with a little laugh, setting the food down on the table before looking between all the seats. He settled on the largest one and carefully, gingerly scooted himself into a proper position, folding his wings down meticulously, and then reached into the bag to set out all...

About a week before their planned time against the Blacklight, it was a very rare, lazy day for Team Spectrum. No mission debriefs, no news about developments from Pop or anyone else, and everything seemed to have been settled on who would be joining them and how. It was a rare moment to relax...

"Hm? Yes, of course," Reshiram said, nodding. "Anything. At this point, we are in debt to both you and Team Spectrum, after all, for all the assistance that has been provided. Ask away."