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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she tapped the fingers of her right hand on J, rolling her eyes. "i'm right-handed." obviously. "but i can't move anything below my wrist." she thunked her head against J's shoulder. "it sucks, y'know." the woman began to sniffle.
"okay," J said. really, it was the only thing he could say. he ordered another drink for delilah. he hadn't yet given up his plan to get her passed-out drunk. he took a sip, gingerly, and glanced at her.
delilah let the drink sit on the counter, instead burying her face in J's shoulder. "one of my brothers is an asshole!" (WHY DID HE HAVE TO ALWAYS MAKE HER FEEL GUILTY) "and the other one ha --" she choked and coughed. "he hates me!" cue muffled sobbing.
J patted delilah's shoulder in a calming gesture, and partially because he didn't want her to cause a massive row. he stared at her for a bit as she started sobbing; well, there went that hope pretty quickly.
he held her by the shoulders and pushed her into a position so that he could at least look into her face (and so that she wasn't crying on his clothing). "which one am i?" he asked, out of curiosity, and a desire to veer away from the current topic.
J nodded knowingly. alright, so he pretty much figured out what was going on with the delacroix family, or at least, a small part of it. from delilah's point of view, it seemed to the man that she was having some pretty severe issues about her brothers and ... well, something else. maybe she wanted them back together or something, he thought as the bartender popped out of nowhere and gave him a shot of clear liquid.
"uh." was it even water?
he took a sip. gin. lucky he didn't feed that to delilah.
she continued to quietly cry on the counter before turning her head to stare at J. "i don't wanna think about my family anymoreee," she whined. "tell me something interesting. like a joke. if you can make those, jerk." sniffle.
the word 'jerk' rolled off J as easily as it rolled off delilah's tongue. he watched her sniffle, and didn't know what to say. or rather, what kind of joke to tell her. combusken crossing the road jokes were kind of lame after a while.
"... one day, delilah got a new haircut," he said, pausing to see what response she'd give.
she wasn't sure if she was supposed to laugh or continue crying, so delilah settled for a choked-hiccup-snort. (which ... hurt, actually. remind her to not do that again.) "that was a stupid story." she smushed her face against the counter again. "tell me another one. a better one!"
delilah giggled, waving her right arm around through the air. her face was still on the counter -- you all should try it it's great fun!! -- but she simply did her best to smack J as many times as possible. y'know, to show her appreciation for his stupid, completely idiotic stories that only psyducks would laugh at --
-- wait why was she giggling. no, these stories were stupid she's not supposed to be laughing but "tell me more!" because delilah can't seem to get enough of them.
J tried avoiding the smacks but it was no good. she still managed to get a few hits on him. he watched the woman and wondered if he should continue speaking or just keep his silence.
"so this guy gets beat up and the cops ask him if he can describe his assailant
"the guy says yes he can because he got beat up for describing his assailant's face."
delilah shrieks with laughter, finally peeling her face off of the bar. "ooh, that one was good! it was good!" she clapped her hand against the countertop. did she mention it was good? delilah took a sip from her drink, which until that point had been sitting woefully ignored, before pushing it at J. "more, more!" she wasn't sure if she meant if he should drink more or if she wanted more stories. probably ... both.
