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"Yeah, the announcer's pretty great at hyping everyone up with his commentary, and y'know... I can fill in the gaps if you need." Okay, so at least one suggestion wasn't awful for once. Good. "Need to grab anything before heading out?"

God damn this girl was depressing. And Starr wasn't too sure that any of her interactions with Cuicatl had ever helped in the slightest. Maybe she was was just making everything worse. "You didn't fuck anything up, it's fine," Starr said exasperatedly. "Looks like everything worked how it was...

"Right. Nice meeting you, I guess." So... Val. New person, who already kinda sorta knew Starr, in a weird sort of way. That was gonna take some getting used to. "Guess you don't need this anymore, huh," Starr said, reaching for the brace holding up the head on the left. She used a claw to...

Starr let out a breath, flexing her claws from where they'd been digging into the carpet. The process... hadn't really looked like much. And the questions had been real basic, though it seemed like they weren't really the point. Still, Starr knew she didn't trust psychic bullshit, so she wasn't...

Oh, god. That was way worse than the vague impression that she'd already gotten. Yeah, Starr couldn't say she'd be feeling any better in Cuicatl's position. The... psychic operator (what did you even call that position) showed up before too long. Apparently the procedure was supposed to be...

Starr had heard about what happened, but that still didn't compare to seeing it firsthand. It was... really creepy seeing that second head just... hanging there. Lifeless. Somehow, commenting on it didn't seem like the best thing, though. She sat down next to the Zweilous, hoping that her...

There were a million things Starr wanted to shout back at her. Like, "I tried that and it still didn't satisfy you" or "You're the one with the weird-ass grudge" or "I didn't fucking attack them" but all of her rage died in her throat the moment that Astrid's eyes started glowing bright white...

There it was. Again with this bullshit. Why the hell was this Vulpix allergic to minding her own business. "I literally already told you that that was personal bullshit that had nothing to do with you. What the fuck more do I have to say for you to believe me?" Starr demanded, unable to keep...

Astrid had gone cold suddenly. Starr narrowed her eyes, her brain still processing the sudden shift in the conversation. Except it hadn't been that sudden at all, had it? This was just more of the same weird-ass grudge based on literally nothing again, wasn't it? "Okay, two things," Starr...

Still with the tense atmosphere. What was that. "I guess so? I'm not that big into competitive battling back home, but I'm good with either sport battles or sparring. I'm not too picky."

Starr paused. It had sounded casual enough, but there was definitely... something to the way Astrid had said it. "Haven't fought her that much," Starr replied indifferently. (Just that... one time.) "I know she's strong, I just figured--first time in a tournament setting, it's pretty...

Starr flicked an ear. "Haven't been to the colosseum yet, I'll probably check it out later. I'm always up for watching competitive battling." Brisa had been there? That wasn't too surprising. And it'd probably done her some good, what with the way that people kept giving her shit for being...

Starr did her best to keep the discomfort off her face. "Yeah, uh... I heard they're pretty comfortable just hanging out in there, so I'm fine with them not coming out." Being guaranteed that it wouldn't come out was like, the one thing keeping her okay with this whole arrangement. Starr...

Starr stared back, deadpan. Alright, it was pretty much impossible to go any lower-effort than that. Part of her wanted to try, though. With a sideways glance at her lump, and about half a second's worth of thought, Starr replied, "Bob."

Starr tilted her head. Until today, she never would have given any thought at all to the idea of shades even having personalities. But then Dave had to go and say that they could think, and... dammit, why'd things have to be complicated. "Yeah, uh. Guess I don't really know what mine's...

Starr blinked at Astrid like she'd just grown a second head. "...Hungry?" Feeding the nightmare shadow creature was just about the last thing she would have ever thought to do. Then again, didn't Dave say something like you could feed these things and they'd love you? Not that she wanted it...

Welp. You could cut the awkwardness with a knife, but at least the response was totally neutral. That was fine. If Astrid wanted to feel awkward around Starr, that was her problem. So long as she didn't act weird about it. Starr shrugged. "Dunno, I don't think anyone else's been in here...

It'd been a hell of a long day. After several hours of exploring the city and them multiple stressful talks about shades and shadows and Team Rocket shit, Starr was ready to crash early. And this place had actual beds too, not the straw piles they'd been stuck with back in Treasure Town. She...