[Video/Action for Violet City]
[The video is a little shaky for a moment, then settles down. There is a small pile of clothing in the middle of the street on top of the burnt remnants of the bed that Belphe's Snorlax busted, safely away from everything else, and encircled by five out of Sho's six pokemon. Sho, himself, is also visible with his black hand counting out beats before the Flareon gets pointed at.]
[He gleefully sets the pile of clothing on fire, which leads to the rest of the team; two Eevees, a Liepard in a black hat, a pissy looking Luxray, and the Flareon hopping back into position, beginning a backwards and forwards moving circle dance around the cheerfully burning clothing.]
[Sho is cackling like the madman that he really is and calling the count of the dance. The sharp of eye may have noticed, before the clothing went up, that it was all very distressingly boring, female clothing.]
[He gleefully sets the pile of clothing on fire, which leads to the rest of the team; two Eevees, a Liepard in a black hat, a pissy looking Luxray, and the Flareon hopping back into position, beginning a backwards and forwards moving circle dance around the cheerfully burning clothing.]
[Sho is cackling like the madman that he really is and calling the count of the dance. The sharp of eye may have noticed, before the clothing went up, that it was all very distressingly boring, female clothing.]
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SHO!!!
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[Those Pokemon? THEY have guilt faces.]
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What do you think you're doing?!
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[Because, seriously. He has bought you an entire wardrobe of awesome clothing!]
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Her teeth grit as her head bows, bangs curtaining her eyes dangerously]
...kill you...
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Kill you Kill You KILL YOU....!!!
[she snarls, fists clenching and eyes blazing as she lifts her head to glare daggers at the mathemetician. For one brief moment, the demon that she truly is beneath the reticent, responsible girl is visible and ugly. This would be the part where her female form disappeared, leaving only deathly-sharp steel in its wake. Following that, would be the part that the stake, guided at a bullet's speed, would stab into the young man's thin chest, piercing through his heart with visceral pleasure.
...it would be, but this is Johto. And she is no better than a human here.
...a fact she quickly is reminded of as, rather than surrounding herself in a sheath of twitching muscle and hot, pumping blood, she ineffectually headbutts him instead...]
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...?
[Something...okay. Uh. ...Yeah, he got nothin'.]
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She's had enough of this.]
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Jack's just glad she didn't notice him. He doesn't have anything to do with the light show, but somehow he doesn't think that would have mattered. Guilt by association and all that.]
Let me guess. Bell?
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[He's. SO. Confused here.]
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I don't think she appreciated your show as much as you did.
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[Now, granted, Jack has done many things in the name of 'boring' but... usually they're things that can be fixed. Or at least he has an escape plan.]
I don't think she agreed with you.
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[He really, really didn't.]