[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Kirlia goes back over to the journal and opens it again to that page with the unfinished illustration of N.

...he really wishes he could read what was on that other page and figure out what was going on (it's not entirely the same stuff Nathan had looked up on his 'dex, just so you know)...Kirlia doesn't know who that person is, but...a lot of Nathan's worry last night was somehow related to him for some reason...and it got particularly bad when he had finished his note taking and started drawing that picture...

...he doesn't understand why Nathan wouldn't tell him anything last night...

Spritzee rather disappointed came back to her mother/master's shoulder upon the realization that her slapping him with her tiny pink wing was not enough to wake the stubbornhead of a boy from his slumber, earning her an appreciating stroke under the chin from Shiva before she allowed her to nuzzle her and hide between some strands of her hair. Maybe it wasn't that much of a good idea to bring a small Fairy Type that just learned to copy an lavender incense's smell to a sleeping person you actually wanted to wake up...

Pondering what to actually do now, Kirlia soft-answered to her sentiments already by REOPENING THAT JOURNAL to the page swee and innocent N was depicted - Although Shiva didn't wanted to really see it as it had a high chance to only make her sad/wishful and reminded her on getting the news that N has disappeared some years ago, she could not help to muster it for a little after she gave the psychic dancer a 'What the hell are you doing there?'-glance. His message was somewhat clear however: Read that damned page. Doesn't matter whether it's Nathan's personal journal/thing and it's disrespectful to do so, go on and ease that worry. Pllllleeeeeeaaaase!

It took around one minute of pondering and struggling and overthinking the situation before Shiva succumbed to Kirlia's will. Giving him a last glance after telling him (she wasn't quite sure whether it'd be necessary, but she somewhat automatically lowered her voice) "It's not my fault, you made me to. Please none of you come blaming me, okay?", before daring a look and a read of what's actually state there beside the unfinished illustration.