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Oh, right. He had said that. Nate rubbed his face as he watched the gallade jog off into the distance. God, he just wanted to go back to sleep. It was way too early for fucking thinking. Worse, now he had to carry this sack of shit with him all the way down to the fucking beach. Nate slipped...

"I didn't say shit!" Nate protested. "And forget a fucking week, I don't gotta put up with none of this shit for five fucking minutes if I don't want to. You'd better make this real damn quick." The shadow seemed confused by Owen's question. He blinked uselessly and shivered under the...

Nate snorted. "A damn sight more than some of the busybodies around here who won't butt out with their fucking advice. Wouldn't have bothered asking if I thought you didn't know shit." Regardless, it was clear the gallade--or whatever--wasn't in a chatty mood. "But whatever. Good luck finding...

Nate met Owen's glance with a grim scowl. He was scooping up gritty sand and squeezing it out between his fingers, over and over again. The shadow mudkip cringed. "I don't think the real Nate would like that," he said. "I don't... what am I of? I..." He dragged at his face with arms that...

"I'm a shadow," the mudkip said. He picked at the sand in front of him, which was slimy from the tears that continued to run from his eyes. "I don't think it matters what you call me. Sorry."

The huge shadow charizard trying to look nonthreatening sure was something. Nate smirked and stayed where he was, content to let Owen and his shadow get all up in the mudkip's business if that's what they were so keen on. Rocky wasn't really sure if he should stay where he was or move away. He...

Nate clearly wanted to object, but Rocky gave him a warning look. He sighed. "Fine, whatever. But the thing don't actually talk much. It's mostly just crying." How you are on the inside, for fuck's sake. That was the worst part of it, people thinking he must secretly be so fucking sad or...

"Rocky and I ain't got quite the same relationship as most people and their familiars," Nate said. "So no, he ain't in my head unless I want him to be." He'd keep his own assessment of Rocky's ability to connect the dots to himself. "What notes are you expecting me to be taking, here? You said...

Nate snorted. "Just the once? Sounds like you got off easy." Guardian...s? Had he heard that right? Well, there wasn't any reason, he supposed, why someone couldn't have grabbed more than one shade. But good lord did that ever sound like a move you'd regret after the fact. "Look, Rocky's the...

Nate tilted his head. "You speaking from experience on that one?" He glanced off in the direction Rocky had gone again. "Anyhow, Rocky and me... It's complicated." Nate turned his attention back to Mergo. "You ever find your thing?"

"I guess," Nate said, shrugging. "Felt like something wasn't adding up. Hate that. Like you say, if you ain't got no other option and think you can't be transparent with someone... Well, I ain't met a lot of people more opaque. It's interesting is all." He tried to shrug the bag up higher on his...

"Heh, yeah. The arcanine said 'ideals' himself, and I wasn't sure if he was making a joke or if the dragons are just fucking flipped in your world or what." Nate listened more closely to the rest of what the gardevoir--gallade?--had to say. "People lie, for sure," he said after a moment. "And...

Nate smiled tightly. "Well, yeah. I'm an asshole, remember?" He cast a look towards Rocky's retreating form, one hand rubbing at his gills. Rocky needed to get used to not having him around all the time. It was better that he got started now. Whatever. So this guy could go back and forth from...

"I was trying to help it, though," Nate said. "If it don't cut the cringy shit, everybody else is gonna be lining up to kick it, too. I was trying to get it to shape up." "Marshtomp," Rocky said warningly. He set the shadow mudkip down in the sand, where he immediately tried to hide behind the...

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"Of course not," Nate said. "I ain't a fucking coward. So whatever that thing's got going on"--he pointed exasperatedly at the miserable shadow--"it ain't got nothing to do with me. I already told it not to be such a little bitch, but it didn't work." "I don't think hitting it and telling it to...

Nate rubbed uneasily at the back of his neck. "I mean, I dunno. You've had it way rougher than me." "You should probably listen to Owen," Rocky said sagely. "He obviously knows more about this than you do." "Could you maybe, like, fuck off for five minutes or something?" Rocky stuck his...

"Me, really?" Nate gestured to himself in exasperation. "An aspect. Whatever. Maybe like the aspect of me when I was fucking five or something." "He's scared because a lot of people have hurt him in the past, and he thinks everyone's dangerous. And he's not happy because he'd rather spend his...

(( FYI, generally only Nate, Rocky, and other shadows can hear Nate's shadow. )) "So he wanted it to be like that," Nate said. Sounded like a pretty different sort of situation, then. Still... He glanced at Rocky, and the familiar gave him a hostile look back. Well, okay, then, it had just been...

"That guy." Rocky scowled. "Figures." Nate blinked. "I mean, yeah, I talked to Mergo. But he never mentioned any shit like that." Not that there would be any reason to, of course, just like there was no reason to be having this entire fucking conversation. "What, did the shadow, like, just hang...