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{/Holding him in her arms so he doesn’t slip and fall, she keeps walking. It’s been a while since she’s seen Riley. So what better way to bond than by lunch together?}

{/Albeit rude to speak to one who was speaking to someone else, Nicole at least had the decency to wait until he was done before speaking to him herself! It's a shame she doesn't have Pokémon of her own, though.}

"Don'....don' touch my bag..." {/Forgive her, she's rather groggy and tired. For someone who's been meditating under the Aurora Borealis during the night, the sleep deprivation is proving to be more taxing on her than what she's beginning to think this is worth. 

Its with a loud, sleepy yawn that she forces herself up from the ground where she leaned against the rock. Making way to reclaim her messenger bag from the strange man.}

{/There is nothing like getting coffee, croissants, and cake pops off of someone else's money. In other words, Yu and Dojima had given her a bit of money. An allowance, if one could call it that. For her help around the house of course. Spending time with Nanako, helping with chores. Hell yeah she deserved to go out while everyone else was busy and in school. Playing games would only entertain her for so long.

So what better way to spend her day, than go out? Adorned in her little outfit of a black shirt, white vest, and her usual short shorts, she was rather pleased with her ensemble for her solo café date. That little cafe, Café Chagall was open. Yu had told her about it, even taken her there once. And of course she tried the original blend, which...wasn't that great. Her maturity level wasn't high enough for it. Still, in the mean time, she did get her load of bread and breaded sweets, and completely doused up sweet coffee of cream and sugar. She's very content with her little set up, some 'her time'.

Peering outside and around, she didn't really take much note of anything. Commenting mentally on their styles and what not. However, this one girl, was very very pretty. She had a fantastic sense of style, and was lovely to boot. And she was coming in!

Having never been one to shirk her compliments, as she walked by, Nicole reached out to stop her with her arm. No ill intent, or intent to startle her, when she got her to stop, she lowered her arm and spoke up.}