He held a hand to his stomach. "I think..." he groaned. "That
you've killed whatever inside me blocked nausea before." He keeled
over, gripping his stomach. "Ohh..."
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Floyd glared up at them through his bangs. "Unforgiven." At last,
he straightened up, still swaying slightly from side to side. "Ugh.
Still though, kinda cool. If you can get over the, your insides
being permanently misplaced, thing."
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"Don't worry, they can still see us and they'll catch up
eventually. Figured we could get a head start, get reservations and
all that. Luckily they had a bunch of money in the lab so that
shouldn't be an issue."
"Ironically, I should logically be the least mature one with the
least foresight. Guess my lack of attachment to my past helps in a
way, I don't get distracted unless there's a current distraction."
He blinked. "Uh, yeah. Right." Floyd toyed with a strand of his
hair. "So, we're going on. And getting reservations." He sounded a
bit unsure. "And... we have all the money we need for all the
people with us?" he tried.
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"Okay, but if some of us get stuck outside, I'm calling dibs on the
rooms." Floyd shuddered. "Bug Pokémon. At night." Then he seemed to
notice her and said hurriedly, "Of course, you should get one too
and- okay, I'll shut up now, let's go."
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"It's fine, i'm not sure what it is, but I feel... comfortable
outdoors." I was about to continue talking, but then I saw
something. "That looks like a house! We're almost there!"
In the distance, Floyd's figure came to a stop. His head tipped
backwards, staring ahead. His hair glinted in the light of the
setting sun, his figure, black and gray downwards with a fiery top
appearing to be a lantern, sitting atop the hill, waiting for Zuzu
to pick it up and look out over what was now a dilapidated
wasteland of a village.
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