>>5737654>>5737655>>5737656>>5737658You dash toward home. For once, you don't get behind and climb the stairs - front it is, where you beeline toward the counter.
"<span class="mu-s">Danny? I though you were leaving? For road 3?</span>
- Change of plans. A friend needs help. Can I get repels, potions and Antidotes? Oh, I'll take some Mind-clears too to be on the safe side.
- <span class="mu-s">Calm. Down. What's happening to who?</span>
- That village boy named Danny..."
You briefly explain the situation
>Mom's roll : 3"<span class="mu-s">Arceus, you all are bad influence on each other, aren't you? And instead of asking Rangers or whatnot, you're playing little miss Intrepid Incineroar? And you expect me to give you anything allowing you to rationalize not putting yourself in dire danger? I don't think so, young lady. </span>"
It's one of her bad days. Perfect. Not one of her worst days though - she haven't raised the pitch, volume and speech speed : you might reason her somehow. Or trigger aforementioned octave-raised, acclerendo, crescendo crisis that will put a strain on the fragile balance you two reached.
>Write-in points you'll be trying to make >Apologize, lie that she's right and you won't endanger yourself, leave