nostabbing | 004 | Goldenrod City

[It's late afternoon, it's eighty-six degrees and sunny, and here on a Goldenrod City park bench sits Parker with her hair pulled back in a ratty braid that dangles forgotten over one shoulder. She's basically commandeered the whole bench at this point, even though she's only occupying one small end of it; the rest remains wholly unusuable because it's covered in all manner of stuff, from Pokemon plushies to coin purses to potted plants to other odds and ends you might find at the prize counter of an arcade (and yes, there's a red-and-white Pokeball tucked away in there, too).

But despite the heaps of stuff (and the Poochyena in a fedora standing guard over it nearby, and the Vulpix with the diamond necklace for a collar sifting through it with interest), Parker doesn't seem particularly happy as she hangs out on the bench, silent but for the sound of the pencil scratching idly over the sketchpad propped against her knees. One word for her demeanor here might be "indifferent"; another few that could probably also fit would be "apathetic", "detached", "listless", or even just plain "bored".

Page by page, she's filling the sketchpad with drawings that, to all appearances, she couldn't care less about. Which might be more accurate a description than one might expect, really; this time, appearances aren't deceiving.

But eventually she sets the sketchpad aside, screws up her face for a ninety-second impromptu theater of Frustration: The Facial Expressions, and then reaches for her Gear to posit a burning question to the network: ]

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Hey, so.

How do you know when you like stuff?

[...What? IT'S A SERIOUS QUESTION. ಠ_ಠ ]

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[What.]

I guess if it makes you happy or wouldn't mind doing it again, you're enjoying it? I don't know.

Like eating. People like to eat.

I eat so I don't go into hunger shock and die.

Okay, there's that. But do you also /like/ eating, though?

I get that it tastes good. I just don't get what the big deal is. I mean, it's just food. Whether it's fries in a bag or a fancy thing you spent twenty minutes arranging on the plate, it's still just food.

You should tell that to one of my friends, but. Okay, fine. That was a bad example.

Is he like a chef or something?

No, he's more of an enthusiast. A really greedy enthusiast.

[Then again, it's because of his metabolism, but dude went in his locker and stole his chicken whizzies ok.]

[A hanging offense. Who even does that, man.]

So what does he like to eat?

[He has no idea what privacy or personal space is. It's rough.]

If it's edible, he's on it. Seriously.

Crickets are edible.

[omg pls.]

Okay, I'm pretty sure he doesn't eat crickets. Or any bugs. At least I hope not.

You did say anything.

**Anything but bugs. Should have clarified.

Slugs are gastropods.

Do /you/ eat slugs?

No. But I also never said I'll eat anything edible, either.

[Internally screaming.]

Okay. But not everyone thinks about bugs and

[Gastropods? Gastropods.]

gastropods when talking about edible food.

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