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"I'll stick my neck out fer you whatever anyone says," said Brisa, without hesitation. "As fer what to do... I might have a couple ideas." She rubbed her chin with her paw in thought as her tail traced her mnemonic circular patterns. "We could take you to the experts in psychology an'...

The fear in Brisa's chest spiked at that. No, no, he wouldn't. Or if he would, it wouldn't really be death. Owen would just... He'd return to his world. He'd leave you. "Do you... D'y'know if he listens t'me much?" she asked. "I uh..." Y'think about how much you love people all damn day, of...

Brisa gave Owen a slight, slow nod, and inhaled deeply. "Yeah. Tryin' t'think fast enough on my feet to say stuff as would tip you off without forcin' the issue was the best I could think of t'do under the circumstances. It helped that I didn't have t'think of any lies, or nothin'." She bit her...

Brisa followed Owen and took up a meditative position of her own, following his lead. They hadn't done a lot of this together – she was too restless – but she knew how. She listened with the same attentiveness he'd showed her. When he came to a full pause, then she replied. "It's good of you to...

Brisa beamed, eartips flushing. "Ah, that's grand! I can't fuckin' wait." She really couldn't. If she could help it . . . they were gonna have the time of their lives. <><><><><>

"Spa, huh? Sounds fantastic. I've never been to a spa," said Brisa, her voice turning ever so slightly wistful. "Never was an option before, never occurred to me to take the time out fer it here." She looked at Starr, at her satisfied, enthusiastic grin, and felt her chest swell at the thought...

Brisa steeled herself, even as her heart sank. She had never meant to hurt him, goddamnit. "I'm tellin' you now," she said, trying to keep her agitation out of her voice. "It's why I brought you here. So that if the reason fer it was somethin' that'd mess you up, you wouldn't have to process it...

Brisa rested her head on one paw, and thought about that for a second. Starr couldn't be used to having any kind of celebration for an occasion like this, given her past. Neither had Brisa, given her own. And Cibus was nothing if not extraordinary in its hospitality... "If you could do...

Brisa's brows went up with surprise. "Huh. Y'know, I think I realised after a couple weeks here that the calendar was different an' gave up keepin' track. I oughta figure out how long 'til I hit twenty-one. So, uh... how old are you turnin', partner?" Brisa had fuck-all experience buying or...

Brisa nodded, pawing the back of her head self-consciously. "Yeah, even after months on Cibus, things have mever been calm enough fer folks to get a real handle on stable relationships, it sure seems. I couldn't help but get my hopes up about a gal or two, but..." She looked away, muzzle askew...

For a moment, Brisa remembered the isolation and aversion to such bonds Bone had described, before she'd come to terms with being a pokémon. Jesse, Thyme... It seemed so common for humans to have difficulty adjusting to the idea of love-partnership with 'mon. What was the relationship between...

Brisa had barely been expecting an actual answer, so she listened carefully, nodding. Starr liked gals too? That was good. Why was it good? Brisa blinked away the stray thought and met Starr's casually expectant face with a more even expression. "I'd wondered about that, awhile back," she...

"Maybe I will!" Brisa retorted, uselessly. But Starr's laughter and the physical touch were relaxing her too much to be genuinely annoyed. Her face emerged from her paws and she sheepishly looked to the side. "I actually check sometimes before a fight, just in case. So you might even be right...

"...huh? Lugia? Yeah, she's single." Brisa's brain caught up with her mouth a second too late, and processed Starr's devilish grin with utter horror. "W-wait, I—" Brisa's ears went into meltdown, and she covered her face, half expecting her burning cheeks would set fire to the couch...

"Thank you," moaned Brisa, face pressed against the couch. "It's just one more setback makin' me wonder if people actually like an' respect me, though. If they're so prepared to get this fuckin' mad at me fer that shit. Had enough on my mind already about findin' a date." Starr was making one...

Brisa stared at Starr, eyes widening, before grabbing the couch cushion beside her, pressing her face into it, and letting out a long, low, tortured yowl. "Exactly fuckin' that!" she wailed. "Starr, that's practic'ly word fer word what I said to Cynthian? It's like they're all off their...

Brisa groaned through clenched teeth. Where to begin? Most recent development, maybe. "Just finished havin' it out with Cynthian 'fore I came home," she said. "Gal came up to me while I was burnin' anger in the Park to demand I explain myself, again, 'bout why I could possible countenance not...

Brisa chuckled sheepishly. "Well, it's a good time fer me. Fightin' with no real stakes, bein' celebrated fer it. And I need the chance to blow off that much steam, what with how things are right now. You oughta be glad you skipped the last team meetin'. It was a fuckin' shitshow." She scowled...

Brisa felt half the tension in her evaporate and smiled to herself. Would've come over anyway. She didn't have to feel bad about asking at all. Also, she'd brought food... Candied fruits. Popcorn. Honeycomb. Gods yes, thank you Starr. "You're just straight up savin' my life today, huh," she...

Brisa nodded, and limbered up, anticipating a good fight soon enough. "I know what y'mean. I feel it too. There's this potential, just waiting fer the right push. It's like . . . a yearnin', inside..." Maybe it would come out now. Maybe not til later. But if it was what it would take them to...