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They are, but you do need to make sure that they're taken the vet, fed, and have a litter box. Not to mention keeping that box sanitary. [ A tut, and she takes a sip ] And stimulation! We're in a city, an outdoor cat would put themselves in danger here.

[He dismissively waves a hand.]

I know, I know. I'm not a...

[Complete... idiot... He pauses for a moment and doesn't quite seem to be looking at Elda as he does so, then he rigorously shakes his head and holds a hand up to it.

If you care about a Pokémon, it doesn't hurt to let it see that you do.

For a brief moment, he's not in a chair sipping on tea and talking to Elda, but rather high up in the air at some unfinished building, with a giant bird by his side and looking at some guy in a cape with the strangest hair he's ever seen. It's a brief few sentences, and before he knows it, Elda's in front of him, and...]

...Sorry, what were we talking about?

[ . . . What was that?

What was that.

Elda sets down her tea and... ]

Silver, what was that?

[...He doesn't want to talk to Elda about it. At the same time, this isn't just about him anymore, is it? That could have been one of those hallucinomemories that Dave was talking about, and it could happen to Elda, too. Damn.

He pulls out a notebook and a pencil and tries to sketch out what he saw.]

There was some guy and a bird. I think it was my bird? It was wearing a hat.

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... Was it a circus bird?

[ Why would a bird wear a hat? She leans in though, over the coffee table so she can better see what he's starting to sketch. After all, this might well be important... and.

And this confirms these hallucinations do exist. Unless Silver's lying to her again. ]

It looked more like a crow.

[He's sketching out the guy he saw first; he doesn't remember much of his face other than his weird eyes and his ridiculous hair, and it was pretty dark, but he's pretty sure the guy was wearing a cape... He's quick to move onto the bird, which... It's pretty much exactly as Silver says. A crow with weirdly intense huge eyes and a witch's hat. He puts a stick figure next to it for a size reference.

It's entirely possible that Silver is lying, but at the same time, Silver looks genuinely confused and serious enough that that's probably not the case. He's not a very good liar.]

[ A crow. A crow in a hat...? A huge crow in a hat? Who's ever heard of a thing like that? That's not that similar to a chocobo--

Oh right, those aren't normal, either.

She sighs, and scoots over a bit, standing so that she can look over the picture and ]

And you just saw all this...

[He's roughly sketching out the skeleton of the building under construction he was standing in now- along with a couple of notes.

Pokamon? Pokaymon? Is that the bird?

This was up really high. What kind of shitty meeting spot is this?]

Dave wasn't making the hallucinomemories up. It wasn't just seeing it. I felt it, too.

[What the hell was he so intense about? He hasn't felt like that since... Well, since he was around eight, actually. Maybe little kids are just really weirdly intense?]

[ . . . Hmmm. She looks over the notes, and she frowns as she looks ver his sketches. She remains there, watching. Pokémon, huh? ]

You felt it too...?

[ That's.

Odd? Disconcerting, really. ]

Yeah. Surprise, I don't like being scolded.

[...He didn't mention that part. Whoops. He moves on quickly.]

Whatever I was talking to that guy about before, it must have been really important.

[He's vaguely aware that he sounds kind of insane right now, but ah, fuck it. Let's talk about the weird hallucinations like they actually matter.]

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[ That hurts. That hurts.

But she won't say that. To admit or even to show how much it hurts her would be to let the boy win. After all, he so readily and regularly tries to hurt her since it all started. She bites her lip, and then shifts back a little bit from the coffee table, pulling one arm about herself.

Her eyes are burning, looking at nothing in particular ]

That Arisato girl described it as being like "another one" of her.

[...It takes him a moment to really understand what the hell Elda is suddenly on edge about, and then he realizes it. Scolding. Of course that would set her off.]

I didn't mean you, I-

[No, there's no point in explaining himself. He's already done what he set out to do. Elda knows about the hallucinomemories, and why his name is different, and that's that. He shakes his head and closes his notebook.]

...I've said my piece. I won't overstay my welcome.

[ Of course he didn't mean her.

... She hates herself that she can only think of that as being a sarcastic mental response. She bites her lip, and then shakes her head. No, no, she won't hold the boy here longer than he wanted to be here. He wasn't hers, and she didn't want to snap at him. And so she exhales, forcing her shoulders to sag a little bit.

... He only loosely explained the name, but she learned a lot. ]

You've never liked tea overly much anyway.

Maybe if it was sweeter.

[...Despite that, he does pick up and finish off his tea out of some weird sense of obligation and politeness.]

Thanks for hearing me out.

[With that, he heads for the door. Some part of him wishes that Elda would offer to let him stay here, but it's a selfish wish, and one she wouldn't consider granting besides.]

[ Elda Marker wishes that she could justify demanding the boy to stay with her, or that he could come and ask. But of course he never would. After all, he ran away from all of this. From them. From her. Besides, right now, she's too hurt to even offer. She does follow him to the door, and once he's at the door to leave, she nods.

And he reaches out to brush a hand on his shoulder. ]

Be safe, Silver.

[That gets him to pause for a moment, to turn, and it looks like he's going to say something, you know, deep and meaningful.]

Don't worry. That's the one thing I'm good at.

[It probably wasn't that, but before he can dwell on it for too long, he's out the door.]

[ AND SHE GOES TO CLEAN UP HER TEA.

Very angrily tbh.

Oh well . . . ]

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