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“Oh c’mon, that’s a Kantonian Fried drawl if I’ve ever heard one.” Curio felt Brisa let go, but she didn’t mind. “Yeah, sure. I might see if there’s anythin’ else going on here myself. But tell Starr and Astrid I give them my best wishes.”

Curio didn’t respond or express any surprise at Brisa hugging her right away. She just squeezed her tightly and didn’t let go. She hadn’t felt this way in a while. A part of it was scary. She wasn’t ready to unload everything to Brisa. Not just yet. But she was getting there. “Thanks, pard’ner.”

Curio shook Brisa’s paw for a few seconds then stopped... but still didn’t let go. She felt awkward just giving a handshake, but she wasn’t sure if Brisa wanted a hug just yet. Well, she hugged her before, but that was more of a ‘I haven’t seen you in 3 days and I thought you were dead’ hug.

Curio smiled. "Well, thanks, and you are too." She suddenly burst out laughing. This was like one of those over the top cartoons about swordfights and friendship and whatnot. But she didn't care. "You got that right." She was never going to run around and desert her. Why did she have to think...

"No shit, that's how they get to you, dredging up all your deep, dark thoughts." Curio slowly sat down as Brisa confessed. A part of it was news to her, but at the same time, she wasn't shocked by any of it. "Well, you didn't kill your friend back there, and Starr's, well, she's friends with...

"Please, please, stop with that self-pitying bullshit!" She stood up, pointing at Brisa. "You got possessed! It happened to Cynthian, and he flipped the fuck out as well, but guess what? That wasn't his fault. I dealt with it and he recovered just fine from it! The same thing happened to you, so...

“Okay, okay, thanks.” She sniffled and took Brisa’s paw, squeezing it. "And yeah, exactly. I didn't tell you all of my crap, and you didn't tell me Jesse thought of you as..." She sighed. "Just thinking about that makes me sick. To his own fucking daughter as well. I’m so sorry you had to go...

"I... I did?" Curio sensed a bit of tense energy from Brisa before, but she didn't realise it was because of this. Since she recovered from that incident, she reflected on their conversation at the café before they went their separate ways for a bit. No wonder she was so hostile when that shadow...

"Well, gee, I know what that's like, bottling shit up." She tugged at her aura sensors. "Some hero, right?" Curio took a deep breath. "You know that's a lie, right? He doesn't know shit about what it's like to be a Pokemon. This urge to fight -- it's not like I can help it either. Deep down, I...

“I’m plenty happy already. I’d be happier if I didn’t have to talk to a crumpled-up trash bag like you.” The conversation flew by for Curio. Brisa seemed lost with all these different people going on, and Curio was in a similar boat herself. She could’ve read the room, or the beach in this...

Before she could’ve replied to Brisa, Flame and Cynthian entered the picture. So a Grass-type and a Fire-type partnering up, huh? So opposites did attract after all. “Yeah, I remember that tin can.” Curio winced. “Bleh.” “Watch it, you potted plant.”

Curio stopped to let Brisa catch up to her. She was probably all hot and bothered after that dojo session, and the warm sand probably didn't do many favours. It probably dampened her electric powers as well. Then Brisa asked where home was, which she couldn't help but chuckle at. "I mean, I...