There is muttering outside the door to the training room.
"I can walk I promise...you can put me down now?"
It's all strangely one-sided. As if someone were having a conversation with a wall, more than anything. It clears up a bit as the voice gains some definition. Some clarity, some recognizable traits.
The door opens. "S...seriously, I'm fi-"
...
Emporio trails off, still awkwardly stuffed in Weather's arms- one supporting his legs, the other across his front like some strange rollercoaster bar. His hat, still bearing his latest pin purchase, shifts.
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"I can walk I promise...you can put me down now?"
It's all strangely one-sided. As if someone were having a conversation with a wall, more than anything. It clears up a bit as the voice gains some definition. Some clarity, some recognizable traits.
The door opens. "S...seriously, I'm fi-"
...
Emporio trails off, still awkwardly stuffed in Weather's arms- one supporting his legs, the other across his front like some strange rollercoaster bar. His hat, still bearing his latest pin purchase, shifts.
"...ne...."
...
(Is what he's seeing...real?)