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Don't Worry, Be Happy

Who: Kotoha and Fumi
Where: Shops and SURPRISE LOCATION
Summary: Fumi's upset because Agatha Heterodyne is gone, so Kotoha has proposed a Girl's Day Out
Warnings: Standard Kotoha ridiculousness

Directly after last night's conversation, Kotoha sprung into action! It didn't take long to get everything set up for the next day, and now it is the next day, so she's turning up at Fumi's place at a reasonable hour, decked out in her preferred shopping outfit of jeans and a powder-blue blouse, with her hair pulled back in a braid.

It's probably for the best not to be instantly recognizable if you're planning on hitting one of the Visitor Merch shops, after all.

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Impressive for an amateur.

"Eh, I had a farm in the dream world for a while, I know the tricks."

You've had a staggering number of jobs 'for a while.'

A lazy shrug sends strands of long chestnut hair drifting around Kotoha like a veil.

"I'm pretty good at delegating and making sure things run smoothly, really."

A slight pause as she pulls her hair back into order.

"...hey, there's something I've been meaning to ask for a while now. Why haven't you contacted me about some of the entries in the Pokedex data yet?"

What about them? I've already read through all the entries.

Kotoha pauses to stare searchingly at Fumi for a long moment.

"...ohhhh. I was pretty sure I told you, but I guess I didn't, huh?"

Okay, now she gets it.

"Fumi, my Pokedex is a research model. The entries are only filled out when I catch something."

[Hang on. Just a moment while Fumi fully realizes what that means.]

...I see.

Kotoha will just pour herself another glass of juice and soak while Fumi processes.

So what you're telling me is that you - personally - battled with and captured each and every Pokemon listed in there.

"Some I traded for, but yeah, mostly."

Siiip.

"...for some reason, I got Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina in the mail."

Yes. Someone mailed her the dragon-gods of space, time, and antimatter.

Your life gives me a headache, Kotoha.

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"I get that a lot."

I'm going to have to go over those files again.

Kotoha glances over at the clock on the wall.

"...ah, it's about time for the massage. I think we hit the showers to get the chlorine off for now, right?"

[Fumi lets out a short sigh, but nods as she rises up out of the water. Get a look at dem boobs and dat ass while you can, Kotoha, because her towel is going right back on over them in a moment.]

Kotoha can manage not to stare.

She...doesn't quite pull off not looking, though.

[Ah, hormones. How glad Fumi is not to have them. She smirks for a split second at Kotoha before securing her towel and making her way into the next room.]

Okay Kotoha will just follow after, pretending that totally didn't happen.

[Teasing can be fun sometimes.

And once they're in the next room, Fumi slowly climbs up onto the massage table, still looking just the slightest bit wary.]

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Kotoha climbs onto her table as well as a pair of attendants enter the room. The one that goes over to Fumi is utterly average, nothing at all making him distinguishable from any other man.

Kotoha's attendant, on the other hand, is a leggy brunette woman. Despite everything, it is sometimes painfully obvious that Kotoha is still a teenager.

And then the massage starts.

[Fumi turns her head for a moment to eye up her masseuse suspiciously.]

If you touch anywhere inappropriate, I'll - ooooooooooogh...

[And that right there was the sound of all the tension Fumi carries around all the time starting to leave her body as the man gets down to work.]

Kotoha's nowhere near as tightly wound as Fumi is, but she is ridiculously active at nearly all times.

She has time to grin at Standard Fumi Suspicion before her masseuse starts to work, enacting a similarly dramatic melting.

This... is acceptable.

[Fumi groans as her muscles let off what are likely years of accumulated tension and stress.]

"Mmm-hmm."

Kotoha is feeling remarkably pleasant right now; there's not even any internal gloating over her prediction of what would happen being correct.

[As you might expect, Fumi's shoulders are wound pretty tightly, so most of her massage zeroes in on that area. By the time her attendant gets to her back, the scientist already feels like she's melting right on top of the table. Even if she wanted to protest, she couldn't. It's all just pleasant low humming.]

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