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[attr="class","giada i"]she grins, oblivious.

"yes, you!" she feigns looking around, not another soul in sight. "unless you want me to ask a pokemon?" huh... maybe that would have been a good idea.

too late now. she's already sunk her claws into this idea and she'll see it through regardless.

"wait," she stops, considers, and tilts her head. "are you busy?"

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[attr="class","giada i"]"perfect!" is squealed out in an almost too quick manner. she even claps her hands together.

and then, there's a seriousness that overtakes.

these fucking eggs... she forgot about them for a minute. her body turns quickly, eyes searching for the eggs in question. the basket is still sitting a few feet away. thank god.

"can you help me carry these?" she gestures toward the basket. "i never thought eggs would be so fucking heavy."

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[attr="class","giada i"]his wallet is safe. she's... trying to turn over a new leaf. maybe, possibly. jury's still out on that one.

she frowns at the eggs as he lifts them. stupid fucking eggs.

"people keep breeding their pokemon," she murmurs. her arms cross over her chest a moment later and something akin to a pout rises. "i got roped into delivering them but, as you can see, i have noodle arms and can't lift that many eggs."

he has better arms. thank god.

"thank you, by the way," she ushers out with a grin. "you're a big help."

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[attr="class","giada b"]

[attr="class","giada i"]honestly... stop cybering or whatever. end breeding season.

an eyebrow rises. and then, a look of confusion follows. were they cleaned? huh, maybe she should've asked before escaping from the daycare center. oops.

"yeah," she murmurs. it's a lie, mostly. it'll be fine!

oh! right... where's the destination again? she reaches into the butt pocket on her jeans and pulls out a folded piece of paper before holding it out for him to read.

"here are the addresses." they're close, within walking distance at least. thank god. "do you recognize them?" she's used to city streets, not grassy routes and forests. everything looks the same out here...

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[attr="class","giada i"]it's the blind leading the blind out here...

she flushes slightly with a rare case of embarrassment. "oh, sorry! uh, welcome to the neighborhood?"

jeez. maybe she should just stick to being a thief. this volunteer shit ain't for her.

he hands the paper back over and she caves, pulling out her phone to plug the first address into the gps.

"giada," she corrects softly, the sound of miss being used for her leaving her a little awkward. it sounds wrong, disconnected or something. anyway, she starts walking, turning her head to make sure he follows. "and you, helpful guy?"

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[attr="class","giada i"]she nods in agreement. hoenn as a whole is expensive as fuck... perhaps the only perk the streets had was the lack of rent payments.

oh well.

"oh, you work around here?" her head tilts slightly out of curiosity. "where?" maybe she's been there... or stolen from there. wouldn't that be a small world?

her smile brightens at the name. jae. simple enough! she, realistically, shouldn't be giving out her name so willingly but it's not like she'll ever see most people again. they make it a little further down the grassy path before she's speaking again, filling up any awkward silence with words.

"i'll buy you a drink after for helping, jae," she offers. "scout's honor!" or, well, thief's honor but... that's not exactly a thing.

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