when_turks_flyYou're a real piece of work, you know that?
[ It's more a statement than a question, one imbued with a definite degree of fondness and... well-earned exasperation, the sort only a mundane can properly draw out. ]
Don't get me wrong. I'm happy for the opportunity to stretch my legs after that impromptu vacation. It was nice and I'm excited to give this Johto-Kanto place another shot. Third time's the charm, right? I honestly think we're off to a pretty decent start, which isn't to say I don't have my concerns. I do. Your scheming is the biggest one and don't try to tell me you aren't up to something. We both know you are. You've fallen off the bed more than five times in under two weeks. That's a record for you. You're lucky there's carpet to break your fall or you'd have used a whole box of band-aids by now. Your enthusiasm, though refreshing, is concerning, but it won't shake me, not this time. I'm in this for the long haul, so you'd better sit down and buckle up. The road may get slick.
I'm not entirely sure what you're getting at with this tower place, though. Yes, I looked at it and no, I'm not about to feign surprise or indignation that you'd try to make it a second 'home' for me. We've been together five years. I know you and you know me well enough to know I've got concerns. I'm not going to happily go without any objections. I can handle monsters. I can handle hazardous missions and I can handle untrustworthy authority figures. That's in my regular job description. I can handle anything you throw at me, but the destruction of a world isn't something I want hanging over my head, let alone of the world I've only just been introduced to. I'm not okay with that.
[ She really, really isn't okay with that and the very brief, uncomfortable pause might just give that away. She picks right back up, though. ]
Look, I'm not asking you to promise me anything. Once you get started, it's like trying to stop a behemoth. You get your heart set on something. You charge, you run clean through a wall that's vaguely shaped like the story of my life, and I'm left to sweep up the pieces using a metaphorical broom and dustpan. My sweeping skills, metaphorical and literal, are unrivaled for this reason, but that's besides the point. What I want you to do is take things reasonably slow. It's my understanding that you plan to, albeit probably for nefarious reasons. I'm not sure I'm okay with that, but I'll take it over your ripping another whole through space and time and tossing me through that with some immediacy.
For now, let's just focus on what's in front of us and have some fun, okay?