[It doesn't feel real until she can actually touch the person. Never has.]
[Even when her father had arrived in Johto, it hadn't become absolutely, 100% real in her head until she'd been able to bury her face in his coat and smell all the leather-bound books and printer ink of their apartment, still lingering on him where they'd long since faded on her.]
[It's the same case here.]
Aw, shut up. It's called a fashion statement.
[No Heather it's called being deliberately sloppy because you're hoping it makes you look like you're too cool for social norms. Weren't you supposed to grow out of that in high school?]
[Still, she pulls her head away and grins up at him, not letting go for the moment. Cujo, meanwhile, is snuffling excitedly at Snake's shoes.]
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[Even when her father had arrived in Johto, it hadn't become absolutely, 100% real in her head until she'd been able to bury her face in his coat and smell all the leather-bound books and printer ink of their apartment, still lingering on him where they'd long since faded on her.]
[It's the same case here.]
Aw, shut up. It's called a fashion statement.
[No Heather it's called being deliberately sloppy because you're hoping it makes you look like you're too cool for social norms. Weren't you supposed to grow out of that in high school?]
[Still, she pulls her head away and grins up at him, not letting go for the moment. Cujo, meanwhile, is snuffling excitedly at Snake's shoes.]
Good to see you survived the storm.