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She doesn't expect to see someone so soon, nevermind that the person is so.. cheerful. [break][break]

Quietly, she questions; why is someone so cheerful and. seemingly pleasant in team rocket (but she shouldn't be judging nor talking - from the looks of it, he was older than her. for a child to be in team rocket, it was already difficult). It would be alright, so long as she saw the pokemon as.. objects. She tries not to think twice, though difficult it may have been. They were criminals (they were children), so they had to do their job correctly. [break][break]

The male walked over with a bag over his shoulder. She assumed that it was either stolen goods, or stolen pokemon (although there shouldn't be a difference, with what she's trying to convince herself of). She gives a small smile in response, raising her free hand from under the parasol to wave gently. "Hello~" she chimes, giving a slightly larger smile. "Kira. And you're.. Uhm.." He wasn't the only one who forgot names, as she finds the one she was given slipping from her mind. [break][break]

She stares down at the bag he dropped to the ground, paused before tugging the hem of the bag with her finger. They would have to be moving things from one point to another, no? But in that case.. She would figure that this would be part of the load. Scarlet eyes glance up at him, through snow white locks. "Uhm.. They told me that there would be more, somewhere. I think we're supposed to meet up with someone so they can pass it along?" She asks, unless this were the load itself. [break][break]

Never the less, the girl hesitantly looks at the parasol for a moment and reaches to close it. Her pale skin nearly begins to burn in the sun while she tries to get a grip onto the duffel bag's strap. "Hnngh..!" She tries her best at it, only barely succeeding to lift it off the ground with both of her hands. Unfortunately, she can't hold it for long before dropping it back onto the ground to let out a soft and near tired sigh. Physical labour was not her forte. [break][break]

"What in.. Arceus' name-- How many pokeballs are in there..?"

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she was comfortable, odd as it was. [break][break]

she found his company pleasant, probably because he looked to be closer to her age? It was that he was open and rather friendly with her. After all, the only other rocket she had been in much contact with was her own father - and he wasn't exactly the most open or talkative man in the world. If it wasn't him, she'd see a few people who he'd speak to, then scurry up to her room to hide out until he was finished his business. Asides from that, she didn't exactly go to a public school, so she couldn't meet people around her age either.[break][break]

So being able to see someone like this was refreshing. [break][break]

It's also why she didn't appear all too nervous around him, nor did she feel pressured with the need to do well. her attempts to lift up the bag hadn't ceased until the boy grabbed it after she set it down, the grin on his face clearly displayed his amusement. before she was able to respond, another rocket had come up to the two of them with a small pouch with two pokeballs inside. Kira stares at it, opting to take that one so that priam wouldn't have to carry any more. "I got this one." she says, weighing the bag in her arms. this bag was much lighter than the one he had given her earlier, and her lips curl into a triumphing smile. take that, bag. [break][break]

the rocket who handed her the bag scurried back into the shadows, and she didn't bother to call out to them and ask for the location. "Mhm, it shouldn't take too long." she chimes, taking the first steps in the direction to the drop off. But not without taking a quick gander at the pokeballs in the bag. They were labelled, thankfully. [break][break]

she tilts her head at his latter statement. what kind of job was it, then? typically, they'd only give a child maybe.. one or two jobs in a day. two missions at the most, from what she had heard. [break][break]

She could be wrong, of course. [break][break]

"So.. What kind of job is it?" she pauses, clears her throat slightly "Er.. The one you mentioned earlier?"


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