“That’s my main concern ab-above all others.” Jack said as he rubbed his hands, and glanced back at the creation he was making which looked like a flower ripping itself up out of its pot where it belonged. Ironic he worked on that today of all days. He looked back to Violet. “E-even with the number of heroes in this town, th-there’s always a risk of things happening.” caution was a must.
Bringing out a water bottle, Katelynn sat down next to Jack and handed them both water in case they were thirsty. It was strange to her but a bit of the sweet fragrance from when she had been a Pokemon seemed to linger in the air, calming Katelynn’s worries in the kitchen down.
“Just in case you’re both thirsty. And um Violet..if you’re tired, would you like to spend the night? As thanks for today.”
“I guess that’s just how life is,” she said to Jack, with a small shrug. “All we can do is try and deal with it as it comes.”
Violet accepted the water, but not the offer of staying the night. “Thanks, but I’m not that tired, Katelynn. I just need to rehydrate a bit.” Still, she looked around the small, artsy apartment with its scattering of beanbags, and had to admit it was nice. I could see myself in a place like this one day, she reflected.
“Either w-way, you’re always welcome here.” Jack said with a genuine smile. “You can b-bring your art book and just lounge on a b-bean bag and draw what you want a-and y-yeah.” he refused the offer of water, though. He wasn’t thirsty.
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