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

[attr="class","giada i"]admittedly, she tunes out about halfway through his comments regarding the silph girl. it's not that she isn't interested, it's just... well, she can't see the appeal of someone who's good. once upon a time, she had the concept that being a good girl gets you places. and for a while, she had worked to be good. and maybe that's around the time that she became prey for the less savory. ugh, it makes her skin crawl just thinking about it. anyway, whatever the timeline is, she's not interested in paying attention to his remarks enough to add any input.

she is, however, very interested in snuggling up on the couch with her cats. which, turns out, she's about to do. first the glass is placed out of reach and into safety. and then, the roll onto the cushions of the couch has the room spinning for a moment. her eyes blink a few times to right the view of the room.

"venus, hm?" she spares him a glance when he makes his way over, gengar in arms, to settle onto cushions. her legs linger for a moment before they're sweeping away to allow him room. "that's really latin for whatever you just said? huh, thought venus was a goddess or something." a hum escapes and caramella takes the opportunity to crawl her way up onto giada's shoulders. peach, the slightly calmer of the two, is content is curl around her hips. a thought rises and she's latching onto it before she can decide that it might not be the best thing to ask about. "he's the first friend you've mentioned. well, besides marcy, anyway." and the way he talks about marcel maeda? probably not all that chummy. her head tilts with a follow-up. "did you have more? back then, i mean."

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]she isn't ashamed by the way she simply watches him. lazily, almost like a cat would their owner. and if she had a tail, maybe it'd even flick a little from side to side. she doesn't, however, so she settles on just following his movements.

the ball snuggled into his chest is cute. really cute, but he's distracting her with words and at some point she presses closer with both skitties. congrats, abner, you got yourself not one but three kitties! and maybe she should leave a little room for him but the gengar is recalled and there's plenty of room for her to get snuggly. so, sliding up and fitting herself into the empty space of his side? yep, that's exactly what she wants. her head tilts to find his shoulder as one skitty crawls into his lap and the other lingers in hers.

"so if they're family then they'd be like those crazy cousins you tolerate?" she wouldn't know, personally. family is a foreign concept to someone who only knows alleys and street corners but she's heard enough from tv to make generalized statements. and as he's talking, the extent of the crime sticks out in her mind. sam had wanted to join their ranks, sure, but once league affiliated, always league affiliated kinda thing. the part that lingers is the information about his location. part of her is almost curious if it bothers him to know someone he considered a friend was taken care of for knowing his whereabouts. and yet, she doesn't voice it. instead, she'll let him continue talking, eyes fluttering shut at one point to simply just listen to his voice drift in her ear.

the yawn that follows is languid and tinged with wine but she tries to keep talking because it's nice being like this. nice and content and she shifts like she's getting ready for a nap. "well," she murmurs, sleep slowly seeping into her voice. "i hope he's just in a lab somewhere and not dead. like, i get why they would do it, but," a pause to let out a satisfied sigh when she's finally comfy. "i don't know. it's not simple, i guess, when there's relationships attached to the person that's gonna be offed." again, she wouldn't know and maybe she never will.

Abner Armstrong