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Smoke detectors were handy things, they let you know when there was smoke, and also when there was fire; However, the presence of such things had not gone unnoticed by a certain girl with baby-blue hair. Said girl seemed to have a knack for cooking--if by cooking one meant burning and/or setting fire to and/or rendering most things inedible. So when, after another attempt at not destroying any resemblance a meal once had to edible, and failing miserably, the oven began smoking profusely, and an alarm went off. Izumi ran into the kitchen and opened the oven door, which released even more smoke, resulting in her coughing and promptly exiting the kitchen. Shortly after, some sort of small cylinder on wheels, with something like small trumpet on the front, came barreling into the smoking room and blasted the oven with extinguishing foam.

The lanky young woman sat on the floor right outside of her kitchen, frowning. A blue light appeared behind her, staring out from a white body. "Dum..."

"Yeah- Looks like we're going out tonight... open some windows, let the smoke out."

It was a bit of a drive, but Izumi enjoyed driving in her personal shop van--she used it to not only deliver orders, but to get around town in awesome white-abduction-van style. There was a semi-nice place to eat outside of the part of Camphoreon she lived in, and she felt like cheering herself up with something nicer than fast food.

That was how, sometime in the afternoon, one particular restaurant ended up with a girl with a blue hair, circuit tattoos, a metal hand, and a beldum sitting on the table watching her eat in their midst.

It was all very interesting.

The curious-looking girl had just lifted a forkful of delicious mashed potatoes to her mouth when a pokemon, who wasn't hers, jumped up onto one of her table's chairs; There weren't any mashed potatoes left on her fork for long though, and they didn't end up in her mouth either. A startled cry later and the mashed root lay in a pathetic lump on the floor. "Wha- Who- Um... Shoo?"

What was going on today? First a little fire, then a strange pokemon, and now some girl just came up to her and started asking about her arm and tattoos, and not at all in a nice way. She shrank back and stared at the girl, silvery eyes frozen wide, like a deer in headlights. "U-u-um... I-I- U-um..." The young woman moved her arm under the table and held her other against her shoulder. What did she say? Why was this girl harassing her out of nowhere about this? Wasn't that rude? She would much rather have the pokemon interrupt her while she ate than this. "T-tattoos..." A tiny voice managed to squeak out. There was no answer on the arm.

"T-they're circuits..." The tiny voice answered, though it seemed to be trying to retreat into itself. "Um... I-I'm eating..." Please go. She wanted to say, desperately wished she could demand to know what this girl's problem was, why she was being so uncivil, but Izumi was by no means the type of person to do such a thing.

"Th-they're the things in computers a-and machines that c-carry electrical current... I-I really need to eat..." What was wrong with her? Did people just go up to other people and ask them questions, was this normal?

The white Beldum on the table finally turned its blue gaze on the human, ignoring the pokemon, and narrowed the shutters over its eye-light. "Dum."

"Oh-no-I..." Izumi's lower lip puffed out and her face grew more worried than it had previously been; Apparently this girl was really bad at catching hints. "I-it isn't weird... it's cool..." She said quietly while pushing her mashed potatoes around her plate. Suddenly Izumi wasn't so hungry. "W-why?" Why did she care? Izumi liked the way she looked, and most people didn't really give her any trouble about it, though she did normally get some second glances at least because of her arm.

The pokemon on the table clicked and whirred irritably, clearly displeased at the other human and how she was making his owner uncomfortable.

"Y-yes... and machines..." She squeaked out before managing to eat a few small bites of her food. Izumi was cool- everyone at the club thought so; At least that was what she thought. "W-why do you ask...?" She recoiled slightly, nervous after venturing to ask the girl a question instead.

Wheatley turned his attention to the ball of fur in the rude-girl's arms. There were two eyes staring at him, why was it staring? Why was it so small? Weren't those things normally bigger? "Bel..." He hummed, maybe doing some calculations.

"Um..." And Izumi was the weird one? "It's just ATM... A-automated Teller Machine... A-and yes? B-but not just those... D-did you need something?" Maybe this girl had been by her shop, seen the 'out to lunch' sign and decided to come find her personally to hire her for something. That would have been really odd...

The blue-haired woman looked at a piece of meat on her plate and, deciding that she really did want to eat it, brought the metal arm out from under the table to hold her knife while she cut it into smaller pieces.

Two shutters closed over the white-thing's eye, briefly cutting off its stare. The pokemon didn't make any obvious moves to eat the Absol, but it didn't make any indication of anything, really. It just watched.