>>16953592Upon closer inspection, you notice that her usual attire is kind of grubby, spotted and smeared with stains from what you assume is hours and hours of a woman working at her stereotyped position as cook of the pride.
You spot another note on her lap, and your hand tentatively reaches for it.
You manage to take it without getting any perverse thoughts about aforementioned lap. Moistening your lips from that daily bout of dry chapped trainer skin, you unfold it and read.
>Please wake me up as soon as you're ready to go, I went to sleep sometime just before the crack of dawn. Somewhere around there. The birds are chirping as I'm writing this, so that's what I'm assuming. And no matter how tired I may be, please don't let anything I've said convince you that I've changed my mind."Damn, she really went all out... Well, I better not let it go to waste then."
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A twenty-minute shower used to indulge yourself into a mental chat with yourself about your life, a misty half-awake teenage boy piss, a pathetic two second fap, and one damn fine meal later sees you fit and prepared to start another day in the moronic maelstrom that is the Kalos region.
It isn't in you to just eat the whole thing though, you don't have the stomach for that and frankly the people that do need to go see Dr. House right away. You leave some of it for her, for whenever she gets up.
You lie back down on the bed and close your eyes, five more minutes of rest before you set out on another problematic day.
"Hello!~ Poppy, you're awake!~"
A small body pounces on top of yours.
"A-Agh! A-Alice, I didn't see you there! U-Um, can you get off of me?"
"Okay!~"
She scoots off of you and sits down to your left, an apple with a bite or two taken out of it is situated comfortably in her hands.
A) "How long have you been awake?"
B) "Where did that apple come from?"
C) "You wouldn't happen to know why she did *that*, would you?"
