i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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POSTED ON Oct 28, 2018 21:17:01 GMT
mauville is too big.
it's no slateport, that's for sure, but it's still more than she was raised to accommodate. it's been a long time since she left ecruteak but despite her best efforts the country bumpkin energy still rolls off of her. oversized coat hanging around her knees, scarf sloppily draped around her neck (trapping some of her hair in its layers), even scuttling into the coffee shop she feels as though she sticks out in a way that matters.
while it's true she doesn't have the same polish as the affluent sort who frequent the city, it isn't as though everyone there hasn't seen a trainer or a traveler before. no one bats an eye, but she's too busy staring at the ground to notice, assigning a great deal more importance to the trivial interaction than necessary or expected. to call this a rare occasion would be dishonest.
"one pumpkin spice latte please?" no one is allowed to say anything mean about her order. it's that time of year. the world is cold and she's doing her best. "for nao. no, sorry— it's like, my name. my name is nao. yeah. it's okay." this happens a lot too. never really gets less embarrassing, though.
a mostly silent transaction later and she's curling in on herself at the register. the line isn't particularly long — fortunately, the establishment itself is rather quiet — but the passage of time never feels more urgent than it does when paying in cash. dumping a handful of coins on the surface of the countertop, she begins pushing them one by one at the confused cashier, occasionally littering the conversation with quiet apologies.
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