household goods [O]

[EDWINA WILSON]

everywhere i look i just see you on your own

maybe she was made to be elderly. maybe she was supposed to be a cute little old lady, that no one would look at twice. no one would question her being alone all the time, they would just think her friends had passed, or that she was the quiet type. a peaceful old lady in a cute little coffee shop, that would be her life. but she wasn't old. with her spoon clinking against her tea cup as she stirred in the sugar, the newspaper in front of her, the teenager wore stockings and a large fumpy sweater.

eddie was homely, the type to stay in and read, if only to postpone her eventual adventure. anyone could see she was a coward, hiding inside coffee shops from the darkness that was clouding their world. darkness had such symbolism to it; described in storybooks as the coming essence of evil, the sense of doom, the color of fear. eddie sipped her tea and flipped the page to the want ads. "maybe i shouldn't be a pokemon trainer, get a job instead." she mused.

but the two tiny pokeballs she set on the windowsill told her different. she couldn't let down her pokemon, she loved them so much after all. she started this life to search for adventure, to better herself, but she just couldn't bring herself to put herself out there. the waitress walked by and the brunette avoided eyecontact, glancing out the window, pretending there wasn't an empty seat right across from her. eddie leaned her head on the window, breathing on it to create a fog on the glass pane. "if i can't decide what to do with my life, what am i supposed to do?"

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[MATTHIAS FAHRNER]

█ The Not-So-Little Old Man

If Edwina Wilson was a little old lady, than Matthias Fahrner was a little old man.. Well, not so little, but still quite complacent at heart. Although the man towered over most folks at 6'-stopped-counting-past-that-point", he somehow lacked the intimidating presence normally associated with creatures of such impressive proportions. The fact that he was quietly feeding a tiny young poochyena pup some biscuits did not help to improve his ferocious image.

"Are you sure? You're full already? But you only had two!" He sighed, smiling as Tailwind licked his chin and let out a little yip before curling up on his lap to nap. Although she had only hatched recently, the canine was growing fast, and soon her trainer would not be able to carry her around so easily. Like Matthias' totodile, the poochyena would soon have to get used to the custom pokeball transportation.

Normally— soft-hearted as he was— Matthias would let the water-type out, but the cafe was so peaceful, and Nudge so rambunctious, that he feared the totodile would get them thrown out for good. Matthias appreciated the quiet scene and the soothing aroma of warm herbs and coffee beans. It was quite different from how he usually spent his night life, taking a seat at the bar and smelling the lack of sobriety in each friendly man's breath.

Carefully, he removed the pup from his lap and relocated her to the inner corner of the booth they were sitting in. He was relieved that she didn't awake, and for a moment felt a stir of unrestrained affection for the poochyena. When she had first hatched, unnaturally tiny and unnaturally gold, he had been weary for her survival, but things had turned out. Shrugging off his coat and tucking it around the ball of fur, he got up to go to the bathroom, when he was stopped on the way by the sound of someone talking to themselves.

Normally, Matthias wouldn't intrude, but the voice that spoke was so soft and resigned that he couldn't help but turn. He found himself looking at a young girl, probably a teenager, with big eyes and tiny hands (although the eyes could just be an effect of her rather large glasses). Nonetheless, she was quite cute, and although Matthias knew she was definitely too young for him, he figured gaining her acquaintance would hurt anyone, and she looked worried, which naturally brought out his paternal instincts. She was a lot like his little sister Litha, now that he thought about it. Back before the girl became a woman and left her family and home behind.

"That's quite a thoughtful question." He remarked, smiling so as not to frighten her. He was tall; he tended to have that effect. "Sorry if I'm coming off as nosy, but what're you reading?"

It wasn't really in Matthias's nature to be the outgoing initiator. Usually he left the talking to people like Alois, who were beautiful and confident and didn't have any reason to doubt their right to speak up. But there was something about this girl that seemed soft and comforting, like there was no need to fear judgment or rejection. Sort of like talking to a little old lady, really.

ELECTRIC OF GS AND BTN