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[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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This is a joke, right?

[Well, certainly not the weirdest thing he's ever seen posted in the network.]

By "stuff" do you mean a particular sort of thing or just "stuff" in general?

Are y'asking about likin' people or things, here?

[Uh.]

Is this a legit question?

_{[AND LO. A huge shadow falls over Alice and her hoard.]}

What's all this stuff? Early Christmas shopping?

Would you like the short or long version of that explanation?

[... Well he's not smart in the slightest about emotions. This might be difficult.]

Personally, it's when I feel a positive emotion just by thinking about it.

[He might need some scientific methoding to do better at this later.]

[...does he... really want to engage...

...okay morbid curiosity is getting the better of him]

What do you mean by that, exactly?

[It's a nice day outside, the sort that Ishimaru still can't quite get enough of experiencing; it's kind of impressive how little he's willing to take for granted at this point - not that he took days like this for granted terribly much even back before Hope's Peak, given that he's just that sort of person, and he's generally so energetic that it wouldn't be surprising if he were somehow solar-powered anyway.

He still hasn't mastered the art of dressing like a normal person and at this point he's not even trying, but at least the white uniform means that he's not dressed like some sort of hoodlum; the military-style boots do ensure that his tread is heavy as hell, however, and his approach is a fairly obvious one.]

Good afternoon, Alice-san!

[okay so the fact that he's kind of yelling before said approach is even complete kind of ensures that it's a really damn obvious approach but he's pleased to see her okay -

...wow, that is a lot of stuff. Let him just. Kind of pause a bit in front of her because good lord, stuff.

...it's likely rude to question her too much about the stuff, but someone should probably talk to her about the comfort-shopping eventually...as it stands, his attention has actually been diverted by...whatever it was she was doing a second ago.]

Were you drawing something just now?

Um...what do you mean like stuff?

[Better look out Parker, because there's a Scraggy eyeing your stuff. She seems to think she's a sneaky little thing because she oh-so-casually approaches, picks up one of the Pokémon plushies, and makes a run for it.

This would work better if she didn't have such baggy "pants." She promptly trips over herself and falls flat on her face, the plushie bouncing out of her hands. She scrambles to her feet and reaches for the plushie--

Only to have her irritated-looking trainer snatch it away from her.]

Ryder! How many times am I gonna have to tell you to stop stealing! Fuck, you're gonna get me in trouble one of these days!

[The Scraggy pouts and turns around, eyeing the other plushies mischievously. Clearly she's not done yet.]

Hey, sorry about her. She's... kinda a handful and I'm still getting used to her.

[Mondo approaches, holding the Pokémon plushie out for Parker to take.]

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