Breaking into yo house, sleeping in yo bed, intruding in all yo private places

[bandagedbandit]

[After a rather eventful night Clarissa has finally woken up. The unfamiliar room she finds herself in and the fact there's another person in the bed with her result in a moment of disorientated panic before the memories of last night come seeping back through the sleepy haze.

Considering how late a night it was and all the chaos that led up to it, she's actually feeling very well-rested and refreshed, though the amount of sunlight filtering in from around the seams of the curtains alerts her to how late she and her host must have slept, and her ankle still pangs every time she moves it. More sleep sounds like a good thing, so she'll go back to clutching the bundle of duvet in her arms (which she went back to clinging to instead of Silver sometime before waking up) and closes her eyes again.]

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[bandagedbandit]

[Snort— wha— WAKING UP RIGHT NOW]

Wazzgoin'on?! Get off! [Flailing an arm uncoordinatedly at the arm you're using to shake her.]

[nameissilver]

[glaring down at her]

Get out of my bed. It's morning, I said you could stay the night but now it's time for you to move on.

[bandagedbandit]

Ugh... Fine... [She'll clamber across the bed and fish around for her boots, hooking them both and pulling them up. She'll release Magmar out of his ball again while she's at it, too.]

[nameissilver]

...you think you can walk? Or am I gonna have to carry you to the Pokemon center or something? [he's not worried, no]

[bandagedbandit]

No— [Getting up and leaning against Magmar] —I can make it. I've got Magmar to help, and I can just Fly now that it's light out.

[nameissilver]

...well, good. Cause, I don't want you in my house any longer than I've gotta have you here. I mean, you're lucky I let you stay at all last night.

[bandagedbandit]

Yeah yeah... [Oh, she should actually put her boots on, huh. She'll sit down and slip her uninjured foot into one of them, leaving the other boot on the floor for time being. She'll grab her hat, too.] Where's your bathroom?

[nameissilver]

First door on the right down the hall. [heads to the kitchen]

[bandagedbandit]

[She'll make her way over there with Magmar's help, leaving the Fire pokemon outside while she fusses around with normal morning things as best she can, splashing her face with water and making a vain attempt to tame her mane of bed-hair, to no avail. Putting her hat back on keeps it in place...mostly...it juts out from under the sides in all sorts of odd directions.

When she's done she exits the bathroom, and she and Magmar start the difficult journey down the stairs after Silver. Only Clarissa doesn't quite make it to the kitchen. She's never been in Silver's house before, it's...different, to what she might had imagined...if she had ever thought to imagine it before now. Let's snoop around.]

[nameissilver]

[Silver is busy rooting around the kitchen for something to cook...or rather, burn. Of all the weeks to run out of cold cereal, huh?

He vaguely hears footsteps headed towards the den, but shrugs them off. Let her find her own damn way around the place.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Burned food is more than fine with Clarissa blame all the times see ever broke that poor unfortunate nose of hers for messing with her sense of taste and smell, but Silver's house is much more interesting than food right now.

She'll push open the door to the nearest room and step right in.]

[nameissilver]

[Then den is a small room with a beat-up sofa, a chair and a small table. It's pretty messy, too, for a guy without a ton of possessions Silver sure can be a slob.]

[bandagedbandit]

[Man, it's even worse than her living room. She'll signify to Magmar to help her enter further into the room. So far so mundane...she'll take a look around the room to see if she can spot anything interesting at all.]

[nameissilver]

[She won't right away, but if she looks carefully enough under a chair cushion she might see the corner of something poking out...

Meanwhile, Silver continues to look for something easy to cook for breakfast, unaware of what's going on in his den]

[bandagedbandit]

[Who knew snooping through other people's stuff could be so dull—

Oh. What's this then?

Clarissa notices the mysterious object protruding from the sofa and she, with Magmar's help, hops her way over. It might be something completely boring, but it's worth investigating just in case she struck gold. Commence pulling the object out from under the cushions.]

[nameissilver]

[Right away she'd be able to see the glossy image of a younger Silver beside a tall, imposing man. A man who might actually look...NOT angry for once!]

[bandagedbandit]

[...Holy crap she did strike gold! Clarissa pulls the photo free and sits on the arm of the sofa, holding the piece of paper up to her face and scrutinising it with a scowl. How old was Silver in this...? She hazards a guess but she's always been horrible at guessing ages. And that's— oh good Arceus, is that the boss. It totally is, isn't it.

Clarissa brings the photo closer to her face as she stares at it. Shit, this is interesting, are there any more? She'll slide off the sofa and onto the floor to look where she found this one, still clutching it in one hand.]

[nameissilver]

[That's the only one.

And of course, now Silver realizes it's awfully quiet. Maybe she left? One can only hope...he's still looking for something to eat, though, muttering something about how he shouldn't go more than two weeks without food shopping]

[bandagedbandit]

[No such luck, Silver, as you'll soon find out. Clarissa deflates when she discovers there are no more photos to be found. Shame. Still, this one is quite a find. Seeing younger-Silver is even better than seeing younger-boss. Just look at that hair—!

A moment or two later and Clarissa will be appearing in the kitchen, with the familiar image held in hand. She leans in the doorway and holds the photo up, grinning from ear to ear.]

Look what I found! Wow, you were a silly looking kid! [She laughs, turning the photo around so she can look at it again.] I can't believe I got to see pint-sized brat!

[nameissilver]

[WHAT?! Well, there went the bread and the frying pan and the other things Silver was holding, all over the floor. He runs at her, immediately making a grab for the photo]

Where did you find that?! Give it back!

[bandagedbandit]

[Okay, that level of anger wasn't expected, but Clarissa just rolls with it, putting this down as Silver being as over-reactive as usual. She swipes the photograph in a different direction as Silver grabs for it. Want it can't have it!]

Who cares? It's hilarious!

[nameissilver]

[GRABS for it again] No, it's not!! You had no fucking right to be snooping around in my things, you bitch!

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa glares, yanking the photo out of the way before Silver can grab it once again.]

What the hell are you so pissed off for? I found it on [more like under] the sofa. It's just a photo!

[nameissilver]

[EMOTIONAL EYETWITCH OF DOOM]

Just a photo.

Did you take a good fucking look at it, bitch?

[bandagedbandit]

Stop fucking calling me that! Yeah, I looked at it! Looks pretty damn like 'just a photo' to me!