[ though the rooms are a bit of a squeeze between Duraludon's width and Raihan's height, they've found a comfortable enough arrangement for both of them until the day comes that Duraludon can finally rest in his Poké Ball. the space does what it needs to do for now - even if he can't sleep, it's at least a room to himself where he can lie down and think. needless to say, the day's events have given him plenty to think about. the most invasive of which, at the moment, is a memory about... a guy holding two Clauncher? seriously, what the hell?
after the heavy emotional weight of some of the previous memories that he's received and returned, this one is actually pretty welcome. Raihan isn't the type to dwell on bad vibes for long - or at least, not in a way that people can see publicly. the knocks at his doors snap him out of the trance he'd lulled himself into, and he rises to answer. ]
Ren? [ he idly stretches his arms, his muscles feeling a little too relaxed after lying down for a while. ] What's up?
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after the heavy emotional weight of some of the previous memories that he's received and returned, this one is actually pretty welcome. Raihan isn't the type to dwell on bad vibes for long - or at least, not in a way that people can see publicly. the knocks at his doors snap him out of the trance he'd lulled himself into, and he rises to answer. ]
Ren? [ he idly stretches his arms, his muscles feeling a little too relaxed after lying down for a while. ] What's up?