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[charcoalfeather]

"... Oh, Hi! You're talking to Rakka, but, uh, if you're hearing this then it means I can't answer the pokegear right now. Don't worry. Just make sure you leave a message and I'll reply to it!"

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Hawlucha can learn Fly, but imagine

[in4apounding]

Or cookies. I don't think she's that picky about baked goods, as long as they're good.

[She goes still a bit as Rakka speaks, taking a long, long drink from her mocha. She comes away with a small dot of whipped cream on her nose, which she hurriedly scrubs away.]

I- thank you. I knew that. I mean, it's not something I ever worried about, ever. [hic] I- like I said, you're a really good friend. Everyone here has been, I know people don't leave because they choose to, or-

[Penny takes another quick, avoidant sip of her drink.]

Um- did. Something specific. Make you think about that?

wrestler rakka? yes

[charcoalfeather]

O-oh. W-well, as long as you know that! It's... it's good.

[Suddenly, Rakka's more keen on looking into her cup of tea then Penny.]

...I wasn't thinking of anything specific. [Rakka sips tentatively from her cup. She doesn't hiccup like Penny does, so her tells are less visible when she lies.] Well, I mean, when I was in that strange forest, I was having some really bad dreams. Dreams about friends, and other people. And... it just feels like I should tell you that, you know?

[Even before that, but her little forest "adventure" definitely left an impact.]

[in4apounding]

I... yeah.

[Penny looks down at her drink for a moment.]

I should probably tell you- I was. Thinking of something specific. One of those dreams. About you.

[charcoalfeather]

...Oh.

[...]

Me too. I mean... I had a dream, about you, too. I mean, I think it was about you.

[in4apounding]

...a dream about me being left alone?

[charcoalfeather]

[...Mmm.]

Something like that. There were a lot of faces, and some things happened that I don't understand...

[in4apounding]

...oh. ...what kind of-

[She pauses for a moment, creeping suspicion filling her.]

Nevermind. I think I know. We probably shouldn't talk about it here.

[charcoalfeather]

...Mhm. [Quietly, she takes a sip of her tea, the implications not lost on someone who had so much experience with dreams.]

Alright. Um. [Her fingers tap against the table.] Do you want to talk about something else?