031 - 4th wall

[tapestodiane]

[If you're around ... wherever he is, but it's out in the woods somewhere, you might hear gunshots. And if you're curious enough to see what's up, you'll see that Coop evidently has his gun back and is shooting at targets. Where they're from is a mystery, but he's making the best of their presence - his skills have waned some in the years he's been stuck in pokémonland, but it's evident the longer he's at it, the more confidence and skill shows in his shooting.]

[Until he's at the point where he's consistently hitting the bullseye in every single target every single time.]

[Yeah, he's that good. He could shoot you a pattern if you like.]

[... and there magically seems to be ammunition around whenever he needs it, so hey.]


(Action absolutely anywhere as per usual - feel free to just bump into him wandering if you prefer. COME AT ME.)

Comments

[tapestodiane]

_{[Coop notices and gives Tom a look saying just that, with a slightly raised eyebrow and a small smile, then looks over at Lily to confirm.]}

A Natu, isn't it?

_{[He was in brief care of a Xatu once. ... that wasn't all that fun.]}

1/2

[carmenjuniors]

Natu-rally!

[She laughs, pleased with herself.]

[carmenjuniors]

I really think he'd behave if I let him out, Dad. He's really little. And doesn't even look like a bird much, even.

[Tom shifts a little, clearly torn between the eagerness to please and the excitement over the prospect of getting to show off his psychic bird.]

I think Hanabi's the nicest-looking, though. He reminds me of Mom, kind of. And he's warmest.

[But maybe boasting about his Ninetales is safer.]

[tapestodiane]

_{[Lily's pun makes him laugh - a sincere laugh, more full than the usual halfway ones. So he's still smiling when he looks at Tom and nods.]}

Go ahead. If you think he'll behave, I believe you.

_{[He doesn't really comment on Hanabi, but there's something in his expression that will probably show that he can agree with that comparison to Carmen.]}

[carmenjuniors]

Okay, I promise!

[But even so, he backs off a few steps and turns around before retrieving the last ball; a second later, there's the familiar sound of it breaking open, and when Tom turns around again his hands are cupped in front of him, one atop the other, mooshing down whatever's inside such that only a little bit of green feather, a beak, and one unblinking eye are peeking out.]

Okay, here he is.

[The less he makes it look like a bird, the less afraid his dad will have to be of it. Right? RIGHT.]