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She was getting ready for her meet up with her Amigo match when she got an alert that she got a text. She hit the button on her watch to have the message read to her. While some would get annoyed with the message or believe it was insensitive she just shrugged it off. After all it was probably just a simple mistake. It was hard to wrap one’s mind around someone not being able to walk.
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Once she had finished up she had Eos make sure she actually looked presentable. Upon getting confirmation that she was ready she would grab whatever she may need with Hercules and Eos in toll. The Machamp was pushing her while Eos sat in her lap like usual.
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After riding a boat she had hired she was able to get to Lilycove where she had to use the ferry to Mauville and then she it was a pretty straight path to Slatesport. She didn’t mind the journey though. It gave her a chance to enjoy the sounds of nature. She had always enjoyed the sounds of nature and the sun on her face so she hadn’t seen a problem with meeting her match at the place he worked.
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Once she was close enough to the bakery she withdrew Hercules and wheeled herself the rest of the way. Which was maybe a block. But it gave her chance to get in a bit of exercise so she didn’t mind. Upon reaching her destination the door was opened, by who she assumed was the person she was meeting, and after greeting him she wheeled her way inside.
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”It’s a pleasure to meet you Biscotti,” she said once she was inside. Remembering the Kirlia on her lap she gestured to her. ”Oh right, this is Eos.”[break] Biscotti Kingsley

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[attr="class","bisc"]The brunette grinned. He put on his best salesman voice. “Vegan, huh?” He tried his best to sound judgmental. Forced his honey eyes to narrow even as a grin threatened to break out. His hands dropped to his hips as he gestured at the deli case. “Well, that’s no problem at Kingsley’s Confections.”

With a wave—another useless gesture—he vanished behind the counter. He tapped at the glass as he moved. “We’ve got vegan strawberry cheesecake bites, chocolate zucchini bread, and apple oatmeal cookies. The carrot cake’s Pokemon-free too.”


Just saying this stuff made him hungry.

How he didn’t weigh four-hundred pounds he had no idea. When it came to inclusive desserts, Cannoli was a total whiz kid. How she made zucchini sweets taste good Biscotti had no idea. But the family had always wanted everybody to be able to smile at this place. They might not be perfect, but they knew it made sense to be inclusive.


Biscotti sighed. “That sucks.” He’d have been a dead Ducklett if he hadn’t found Bubbe. With her, he began to understand the actual cost of putting his hands on hot stoves and driving sharp objects through his arms. His scarred shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug. “But she still has a lot of growing to do.” He turned to the red-eyed psychic type. Tried to imagine her as a Gardevoir. Bad idea. “No offense, Eos.”


He pondered the situation for a minute. How it felt to go without sight, he didn’t know. But he doubted it was a picnic. A bunch of scumbags probably took advantage of her too. “You know—” Again, a bit of hesitation. “Maybe we can have Bubbe try and help you out.” A shiver would run down both their backs as the old ghost appeared.


If she had brows to raise, they’d have been in the stratosphere. “So you can see the paintings.” He gave the Runerigus his best baby-doll eyes.

Notes

• Kingsley's got vegan stuff on tap
• Offers to let a ghost possess a small child; a totally non-sus thing to do

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It took a bit for Biscotti to move aside so she could come inside. She didn’t question it, though she was aware that most people would have. Eos made a sound of greeting as they moved past. It didn’t long after entering that the older teen would speak once more. As he mentioned his Pokémon she nodded but didn’t try to interrupt waiting until he would be finished speaking to say anything.
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”I’m a vegan,” she told him after the mention of food. Due to being a vegan she didn’t eat a lot of desert based items, not unless they were vegan style. It was possible to make vegan desserts, a bit hard for people not use to making them that way though. Since one had to stray from how they usually made it to make the dessert vegan.
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The subject moved on and she shook her head. ”No she doesn’t have the ability telepathy. She has enough psychic ability to form a weak telepathic link between us but it’s only strong enough to tell me things from time to time,” she explained to the older teen.
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She hoped that Eos would unlock telepathy as an ability. The idea of being able to use Eos as a way to see even if only temporarily was an interesting one. Speaking of interesting she wondered what Biscotti had been able to say.
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It was possible that it could be something personal. Therefore she decided not to ask. [break] Biscotti Kingsley

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[attr="class","bisc"]The brunette grinned. He put on his best salesman voice. “Vegan, huh?” He tried his best to sound judgmental. Forced his honey eyes to narrow even as a grin threatened to break out. His hands dropped to his hips as he gestured at the deli case. “Well, that’s no problem at Kingsley’s Confections.”

With a wave—another useless gesture—he vanished behind the counter. He tapped at the glass as he moved. “We’ve got vegan strawberry cheesecake bites, chocolate zucchini bread, and apple oatmeal cookies. The carrot cake’s Pokemon-free too.”


Just saying this stuff made him hungry.

How he didn’t weigh four-hundred pounds he had no idea. When it came to inclusive desserts, Cannoli was a total whiz kid. How she made zucchini sweets taste good Biscotti had no idea. But the family had always wanted everybody to be able to smile at this place. They might not be perfect, but they knew it made sense to be inclusive.


Biscotti sighed. “That sucks.” He’d have been a dead Ducklett if he hadn’t found Bubbe. With her, he began to understand the actual cost of putting his hands on hot stoves and driving sharp objects through his arms. His scarred shoulders lifted in a subtle shrug. “But she still has a lot of growing to do.” He turned to the red-eyed psychic type. Tried to imagine her as a Gardevoir. Bad idea. “No offense, Eos.”


He pondered the situation for a minute. How it felt to go without sight, he didn’t know. But he doubted it was a picnic. A bunch of scumbags probably took advantage of her too. “You know—” Again, a bit of hesitation. “Maybe we can have Bubbe try and help you out.” A shiver would run down both their backs as the old ghost appeared.


If she had brows to raise, they’d have been in the stratosphere. “So you can see the paintings.” He gave the Runerigus his best baby-doll eyes.

Notes

• Kingsley's got vegan stuff on tap
• Offers to let a ghost possess a small child; a totally non-sus thing to do

opal garcia

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She had never been the best at reading social cues, so she was trying to discern the tone of his voice. Before she could overthink it, his tone returned to its previous state as he reassured her that being a vegan wouldn't be an issue and even offered vegan options. This was a relief as she always felt guilty when she couldn't partake in food someone else had prepared.
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The options all sounded delicious, making it difficult to choose. She had a particular fondness for strawberries, but everything sounded tempting. Although she had tried many vegan desserts before, she had never tasted vegan strawberry cheesecake. After some deliberation, she decided to order the strawberry cheesecake bites.
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"I'll have the strawberry cheesecake bites," she finally said. While waiting for her dessert, she pondered what he had mentioned earlier about unlocking telepathy with Eos. She knew it would require patience, but wondered if there was anything else she could do to expedite the process.
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To be honest, she didn't really mind. Eos was one of her closest companions. "True, she still has one more stage to go until she's fully grown," she agreed. Eos, for her part, only gave Biscotti a cursory glance. Opal seemed to realize what had happened, though, because her expression had become apologetic.
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"Sorry about that. Eos is one of my aid Pokemon. She can get a little into her task, though. She really doesn't mean anything by it. She just takes her duty seriously," she explained, hoping he wouldn't be too put out by Eos's lack of reaction. Despite being blind, she knew Eos well enough to know how she would act in certain situations.
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As he began to speak hesitantly, she couldn't help but be curious. Before she could say anything, a shiver went up her spine. "I wouldn't mind getting experience on what it would be like to see," she said at last.[break] Biscotti Kingsley

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[attr="class","bisc"]“Sure!” Biscotti chirped at Opal’s selection. “Three cheesecake bites coming up!” There was a sliding noise as he pulled open the display case. A snap signaled he was following proper hygiene protocol—a glove now around his wrist. After laying out some wax paper, he transferred the little cubes to a branded plate. Two were meant for Opal and the last for her BFF the pirouette master.

The young man nodded. Again, he offered a sheepish smile to two people who couldn’t see it. The talk of evolution led to a quiet, thoughtful remark. “That's got to be scary.” Biscotti continued. “Waking up one day three feet taller with extra limbs.” That’d be a nightmare in his books. Not that he hadn’t woken up at a horror show before. The lack of pain meant he’d broken multiple bones in his sleep. “Makes me feel bad for complaining about facial hair.”

Standing in the room full of canvas, Biscotti felt exposed. It was just a bunch of empty white paper staring back at him. Would she think he was just as hollow? Just an empty-headed ninny noggin? Then, she answered. The brunette beamed. “Yeah? You do?” His amber eyes shifted to his Runerigus. “Yeah.” The young man took a few steps back as Bubbe drafted into the space between them. He jerked his Pokeball off his belt. “It’s going to feel a little weird, but she isn’t trying to hurt you.”

With an attempt at a maternal smile—which looked anything but—the ghoul tried to sink into Opal’s body.

Notes

• Kingsley's got vegan stuff on tap
• Offers to let a ghost possess a small child; a totally non-sus thing to do

opal garcia

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