[[Emmy actually managed to force herself out of bed (it took....far far too long, but the excited Fighting Pokemon helped....) to train this morning, before breakfast, and after a full-on one hour session she's decided she is never bloody well doing that again. She's exhausted, hungry, and would like nothing better than a strong cup of tea and some sleep.
Luke's house is closer than her apartment, and he had mentioned she could stay there whenever she wanted, so she opens the door and yawns, making her way into the kitchen when she hears someone working in it.]]
Is that you, Luke? You wouldn't happen to have any t-
[[When she sees the unknown girl at the counter, her hand is immediately on her Machamp's pokeball, more out of instinct than any real need. This girl doesn't exactly look like a threat.]]
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Luke's house is closer than her apartment, and he had mentioned she could stay there whenever she wanted, so she opens the door and yawns, making her way into the kitchen when she hears someone working in it.]]
Is that you, Luke? You wouldn't happen to have any t-
[[When she sees the unknown girl at the counter, her hand is immediately on her Machamp's pokeball, more out of instinct than any real need. This girl doesn't exactly look like a threat.]]
Ah, you're....not Luke.
[[20 picarats for you, Emmy!!!]]