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Who: Little One and Open
Where: Luggage, Cabin 1:C and then throughout the train
When: Egret, day 21
What: Little One wakes up in a suitcase and then investigates any changes in her time away
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Waking: Luggage

This had happened to her before. A voice from the screens and then waking up in a suitcase. But this time she had been on the mission and now she was here.

Why? Why had they taken her off the mission? She had been doing well. She had figured out the stupid space ships and the guns. But she had still disappeared and was back in a suitcase. She sat up with a sigh and looked around, instincts kicking in. Checking for danger, for people, for anyone who was too close.

Once she decided it was safe she clambered out and moved towards the exit. She paused near the door to bring up the ICP and click onto the passenger list. New people. Some names missing. She did her best to commit them to memory. She checked the day, she had been gone a while. Longer than last time. Most people were still here though. That was good.

Cabin 1, C

The first place she headed to was her room. She still had the bag she had carried on the mission and she wanted to put it down before she went elsewhere. She headed to her room quickly and opened the door with a wave of her ticket. It was strange that things that had seemed so strange only months ago now felt familiar.

She entered, planning just to throw her bag onto her bag and get changed out of the flight suit and into trousers and a hoodie.

Throughout the train

She is headed to the kitchen, as she's pretty hungry but not so hungry that she isn't going to investigate the train as she goes. Checking up on people she knows, watching them from a distance. She takes note of new people, doing her best to match their faces to the pictures she had seen on the ICP. It's difficult though, there are a lot of new people to keep track of.

But she watches, listening and taking in everything she sees as she makes her way from carriage to carriage.

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"Pokemon have weird biology. It's-"

Little One gets maybe a third of the brush onto the clefairy's wings before Princess hisses, turns to snap-

and yowls as Eva scruffs him with a small twist of her hand, expertly avoiding the teeth as she forces his face away from the child with a sharp slick of her tongue.

"The wings are leathery past a point and sensitive. If he was a pikushī, they'd be fully furry. But... I don't think you'll be like Atsu and so this again."

There is zero honorifics attached to 'Atsu'.

Her face twisted as well as she hisses back, stupid creature, stupid Eva for telling her she could brush the wings. Had it been a trick. She glared a them both, not really listening to what Eva was telling her.

"'A bit of the wings'," she repeats simply -no scolding, no nothing, As if this is the weather and the glare she's getting is nothing. It might as well be though, given she's had far, far worse levelled at her.

Carefully, Eva pries open a wing with one hand, the other now scruffing the clefairy's neck. "You can have a feel. I should have had you do this first before the brush. That's on me."

Her glare didn't lessen but she reached out to feel the wing as Eva told her, ready to snatch her hand away if Princess snarled at her again.

It was on Eva, she had tricked her and it was stupid. But it was also on herself, she should know not to trust people so she only had herself to blame.

About one-third of the wing is covered fine, fuzzy fur that then gives away to soft, leathery skin that covers the remaining two-thirds of the wing. Even though Eva's holding it open, the wing still twitches and flinches under Little One's fingers.

She poked it a little, wrinkling her nose at how it twitched. "So it did be hurting him when I did be brushing it?"

Was that why he had snarled at her?

"A little and ike I said, it's my fault for not giving you a feel of them first," Eva says softly as she eases the wing back into a folded position as she slowly unscruffs him. "But you didn't mean to hurt him and he'll get over himself soon enough."

As it is, he's already settling down into a sulk. "Though, he might try the woe is me for sympathy points."

She wrinkled her nose, "He should no be sulking so much, it do be being a baby thing to be doing."

And Princess was no baby, even if he was a weird pokemon creature, he was a fighter.

"It is," Eva agrees with a laugh as she soothes the sulking pokemon, who seems to go from sulking to smug -then back to sulking when Eva looks at him. "But he's also a fairy, and they are, at their core, dramatic creatures."

There is a pointedly amused look at the clefairy.

She sighed and removed her hands, "Well he will be learning I do be supposing." She looked at the comb for a moment, "Do you be wanting me to be continuing to be combing him?"

She nods, then humans thoughtfully. "Only if you want to."

She frowned at that. Because she isn't sure what the right answer is. She doesn't particularly want to, but she doesn't want to disappoint Eva or fail in his task.

She sighed, "Okay Princess, you do no be snarling at me again though."

Eva catches that frown and the words.

Eva sighs, but her words are kind, yet also mater of fact. She's pretty sure Little One responds better to that than anything else.

"Hey, you don't have to. It's not a test. If you want to, you can go ahead, but if you don't, or you're worried, that's fine too. Just because I know him, doesn't mean you do, and you got snarled at. It's only natural -and more than ok- to be wary of him."

"I do no be being worried." Princess was just stupid. She sighed, "I will be brushing him."

And she does so, being as gently as she can when it came to his wings.

"Alright," Eva says with a nod.

As if to prove just how ~dramatic~ a fairy can be, Princess (now purring again because yes, he does like being brushed, thank you very much!!!!) flops onto his side and takes up as much room as he possibly can while still being brushed.

That and taking up more space is just cool okay?

"Or less woe is me and more I am a space hog."

She's not even mad.

What was it doing? She wrinkled her nose as he flopped onto his side and took up more room. What a strange creature. She didn't see what Eva liked about him but it was clearly something for her to put up with him.

She kept brushing silently.

Eventually, the brushing's done, and Princess stands - and promptly decides Little One needs a friendly face boop/face lick. He likes this human.

"He likes you, it seems," Eva says with a slight grin and amusement shining in her eyes. "That or you usurped me in 'best brushing human ever'."

She squirmed away from the face bop because it was weird but she didn't lash out. Just squirmed away and wrinkled her nose.

She nodded at Eva's words. She hadn't known she had a talent in hair brushing before.

"Princess..." Eva says warningly, and the fairy retreats back to his human's side.

"Thanks for the help, and give some thought to what I offered- and take as long as you want to decide."

She means it, too.

She nodded slowly, "I will be thinking about it." She promised. She was glad that Eva said she could take as long as she wanted to decide. Because it was the sort of thing she needed to think about a lot.

"I will be seeing you soon. You too, Princess."

"Take care of yourself, and yeah, see you around," Eva says with a small wave.

She nodded with another grin before setting off, to go and find more people or more food. Or even better people to make her food.

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are we close to a wrap?

Re: are we close to a wrap?

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