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Harley is sitting cross-legged on a random Nexus couch today. She has found a pamphlet from the Pokémart and is looking through some of the Pokémon that could be adopted and trained.

She seems in a good mood today. Twirling her hair, as she reads the pamphlet. And there is a huge bag of caramel popcorn at her side.

"If you could have any kind of pet, what kind of animal or creature would you have?"

"What do you think qualifies as being a suitable pet owner?"

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He frowns, but otherwise doesn't know what to make of that information. It's a puzzle piece to save for when more of the outline is completed, he decides. "Where does he live? Can you get back there if you had to?"

"Of course I can." And she is now planning to just that.

"Good." He exhales sharply. "That's good. I can't keep tabs on him, he makes himself scarce whenever I'm around."

Not to mention that stalking would not be a good look for him. He already skirts the line a little with how possessive he can be. He's trying so hard to not be that kind of boyfriend. At least now he has confirmation that his discomfort with Josh was not because of his own issues.

"His name is Josh, by the way. He's the host of an online trivia show. That's what he says, anyway." He glances at the terminal. "That persian gives him some protection. You might want to look into bringing backup."

Harley knows the possessive boyfriend type. And Caspar does not fit that description in her head. If he did, she would have spoken to Adia already.

"If he lied about having a Pokémon, you don't know what else he lied about."

Harley nods. "I will be prepared. I am trained to handle something like this."

He'd be relieved to hear it, although right now is not the time. All he can think about is how he's going to explain any of this to Adia. She's so goddamn trusting, she's not going to want to hear this about a friend of hers.

"No kidding." He rolls his shoulders, trying to let out some of the tension. Harley's on his side here. "When do you think you'll head back?"

Harley can guess what he is thinking about. "Hey Caspar. If it helps, I can talk to Adia about what I saw. After all... I was the one who followed him."

And then if Adia gets mad at anyone, it is Harley... and not Caspar.

"I got to get ready first. And that includes finding my own Pokémon."

Caspar's gaze shifts away in embarrassment. Is he that easy to read? "If you don't mind. She'll take it more seriously from you." He thinks about suggesting that they talk to her together, but that feels like too much.

Maybe when he's more comfortable with his arithmancy studies, he can ask the runes what to do.

He looks to the display again, frowning at the screen. He only knows the basics of pokémon battles. "You need something strong against dark type. It wouldn't hurt to have one that can get you out of a jam fast, too."

Did he forget she used to be a psychiatrist. She can read him.

"No problems Caspar."

"Maybe another Dark type. Is it like one of those paper can defeat rock, but ties against paper things?"

"Thank you." He takes a couple of breaths and regains a neutral expression.

The display flickers again, presenting a general fact sheet on dark type pokémon. "You're right, dark is weak against dark. It's weak against fighting and fairy as well."

"Caspar... I got this. You take care of Adia. And I will let you know if I learn anything else."

"And I will speak to Adia about everything. I promise."

"You sure?" He presses his mouth into a thin line to hide his nervousness. He'd rather do something than go back home and wait for Adia, sitting on what information Harley shared with him. But he knows she's right. Their roles in this investigation, if it can be called that, are pretty clear.

"I'll let her know you want to talk to her." He turns to head out of the store, then pauses and looks Harley in the eye. "You're a good friend to her. I appreciate it."

And then he leaves, briskly, determined to find Adia as soon as he can. The Nexus just got a little more dangerous.

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