This world is inhabited by creatures that we call pokemon. People and pokemon live together by supporting each other, but now the scourge threatens the safety of the entire region. Kohaku has become a dangerous place, where children stay at home and only brave souls go adventuring.
Welcome to KOHAKU. Come for the nightmares. Stay for the tea and crumpets.
The season is SUMMER. It is easy for survivors to forage for food from the land, as there are entire abandoned farms ready for harvest. On the downside, you can smell the corpses.
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her eyes wander to the lineup of bottles beside her. did she...drink all of that? arceus, she hopes that she's drunk enough for the double vision to be talking. she takes another look at batin. no such luck.
"how is it...how is it that you know so much about me, but i know squat about you?" she mumbles. "you're an unfair man."
"see, you never tell me anything. not even when you were alive. why's that?" if she's not drunk enough to have double vision in the dream world, then another beer couldn't hurt. nothing can hurt her here.
and now she's scared, scared because there's a gap in her head that her drunken imagination can't fill. scared because this sounds like an important question, like the decisive item on an entrance exam. except testing has been over a long time ago and she's not going anywhere regardless of what her answer is.
ugh, thinking is not allowed. the doctor forbids it.
"didn't stop you from telling me a buncha of other stuff. like your quiche recipes." she probably still remembers it, but wouldn't be able to recreate it whether she was sober or not. " 's bad form to run out at night all the time without telling your fiancee what you're doing. she might get jealous"
wait, no, that wasn't what she was getting at. what is she getting at?
"I shared what I loved with you, because I loved you. My quiche recipes, my favorite wines, a book I liked, a new cafe. Those were the things I wanted to tell you about, not stories of what I did."
"...i wouldn't have hated you for them." she was too busy hating herself, but that was neither here nor there. "i always liked your stories. i didn't think that i would want you, but..." she looks down at the tabletop and thinks of how little she had cared for him when they had first met. "...you always had beautiful dreams."
"I believe you. You wouldn't have. Maybe that was the problem. Now I don't use anyone else to find my purpose, and I don't turn my face from it. I am free to do what I must. It's better this way."
"so what's this purpose, mr. brand?" for some reason, the mental image of a kohaku food truck comes to mind. wtf physis, u drunk go home. "cos if it's to clear human civilization for the scourge, it would be a lot easier if you didn't hate me so much"
she's not even sure where she got that idea from. his face of disappointment when he finds microwavable dinners in her fridge? "not everyone can afford to be such a foodie for a living"