[attr="class","samjermain"]The digs were pretty sweet. Madd didn’t mind admitting it. The fact that it had great Wi-Fi already put it above any bed and breakfast she’d seen. The place even had two comfy beds in each suite. In other words, it was a big upgrade from any place her ex had taken her. If stuff kept going like this, the Rocket might even leave them a 5-star review.

Breakfast was pretty nice too. Sure, it might have been kind of basic, but it came with a show. The proprietors of the place cooked right in the open. They shoved lab-grown sausage in her face while filling up the plate with way too many eggs. Through it all, the two bickered like an old married couple. Which, duh, they were. The only downside was the tiny, uncomfortable chair. It made her feel like an oversized teddy bear in a dollhouse.

A cup of coffee was sat in front of her, another given to Yakuza. “Thanks.” She stated simply, forcing herself to choke down the black-as-night sludge. Luckily, before the family arguments turned personal and touched on who gave whom syphilis, the ginger glanced at her phone. “I have to head out, but I appreciate breakfast.” Judging by the way Yakuza licked both their plates clean, so did the Obstagoon. “I’ll catch you later.” With a wave at her elderly hosts, she made her way to the assigned meeting place.

Apparently, roaming packs of canine Pokemon had been causing trouble lately. Which Madd totally understood. The ‘small’ town looked to be expanding into the surrounding forest. So, the dogs were trying to fight back. Still, she couldn’t have them running off with any babies or livestock—at least not when city council was slinging around hundreds. Judging by the fact that she had a partner, she wasn’t the only greedy bastard around.

She blinked back a yawn. She wasn’t used to getting up this early. “Good morning. I’m Madd. That furball’s Yakky.” Madd greeted from a few yards back, careful not to startle them. Years with her high-strung cousin taught her the importance of flight and fight. “Take it you’re here for the dogs too?” A small backpack was slung over her shoulder, full of cheap used balls and treats. The Obstagoon serving as her shadow, meanwhile, carried a sturdy catch pole.

Madd took a moment to light up a stale cigarette. “It kind of sucks.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug. “But it’s better than leaving them here.” After all, one bad bite and this town would probably break out the pitch forks. Small town fucking charm, right.

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