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"Wiggly?"

Upon entering the enclosed space of Missus Dinkley and her roommate, the Wigglytuff blanched at the sight before her. One side of the double grunt quarters was neat and tidy with a small imperfection here or there to note the existence of another person's presence. The other side of the room remained to be no different -- besides one little thing to make it all the most peculiar. A hardcover book fort was built around the location of where the bed was suppose to be, textbook towers enveloping the entire mattress in darkness. A soft mumbling could be heard from within and it took all the Wigglytuff could to approach it without jumping out of her skin. With a raised paw, she tap, tap, tapped on the barricade and was not so much surprised but amazed to see Sorano's sister, Lennyka, emerge with a smile laced on her face.

"Hey, Whinny." she chimed and waved to the Normal type. "What brings you here? Sorano sent you for something?"

The Wigglytuff slowly shook her head from left to right. "Wiggly . . . tuff." she replied. She was just worried. Lennyka had not removed herself from that book cage for a number of days. It was not surprising that with her maternal personality, she'd want to make sure that the meganekko was okay.

However, with her disheveled teal hair, dark circled eyes and pale, pale skin . . . that was a no. She was not alright and she surely had some cleaning to do.

Whinny the Wigglytuff, in turn, smiled buoyantly as her form rose and fell like a float-sinking balloon. She had not expected Lennyka's roommate to return so quickly! My, my, she had to prepare snacks! To and fro, the Wigglytuff ran about the room in search of ingredients for preparation. No sugar, no milk? What was she to do?!

Lennyka emerged once again from the book fort with a pop! as she was addressed. Sorrel eyes watched the Wigglytuff dart about the room in a haste before replying to her roomie's question with a shrug.

"She's my brother's." she responded. "I don't know why she's here . . . do you know why she's here? Maybe you asked her to come? But the door was closed . . . did she follow you here? But how could she have followed you here if she came through the door first? Maybe she was leading you here? Why would she have to lead you if you know where the room is? Were you lost? I don't know how you got lost . . . "

The Dinkley sister's babbling was surely due to her lack of sleep, food, and oxygen. Oh, don't forget mentality. Reading non-stop on a book for a couple of days would surely drive anyone insane. However, when that book in several books and that days a number of weeks . . . well . . . it pretty much would drive one's spirit out of their form. It's amazing Lennyka is still living.

Whinny returned to her original spot upon entering the room. She had run all the way to the cafeteria to prepare tea and treats for everyone and was busy offering everyone a cup from the chalky tray.

"Wiggly, wiggly?" she asked towards Claire, which loosely translated to, "Milk or cream?"

"Wiggly!" chimed Whinny as she poured some of the milk into the cup from the tiny pitcher and offered some lumps of sugar blocks to Claire. She ran to Odette next, offering a cup of tea and side of milk or cream with sugar. She did the same for Lennyka, who graciously took the cup from the server.

"Ahh . . . " she mused, sipping the tea slowly and blowing off Claire's question to the four winds. "Isn't this tea just lovely? Whinny, you did a great job in preparing this! You used real leaves, hmm? I didn't know they had that here. All I ever find is teabags."

Whinny blushed and swished about in her embarrassment. "Wiggly, wiggly." she giggled at Len and waved her paw in a shooing motion as if to say, "Get out of here, you little charmer!" The conversation seemed to remain one-sided for a moment as Lennyka flirted casually with the Wigglytuff, causing her to swoon with the unending amount of comments. It was a little mushy and might cause anyone to upchuck a little in their mouth from the cuteness.

Lennyka returned her strained gaze back to Claire and cocked her head to the left. "Odette's looking really pretty." she commented. "What have you been feeding her?"

"She's so pretty though! How could I not?"

Lennyka paused to sip her tea again and Whinny returned to running about with now a tray of confections.

"Oh, these books?" asked Lennyka's question to Claire's, gesturing to the ever going stacks of hardcover to hardcover forms producing mountains. She reached down to obtain a cookie from the tray and bit into it with a small snap. She gestured Whinny away next and tilted her head in thought.

Having forgotten or still obviously ignoring Claire's question from before, Lennyka added, "Would you like one to read? I've so many! Maybe you would be interested in this one, which speaks about the theories of a Pokemon's environment effecting its way of evolution. Oh! How about this one on prehistoric Pokemon? There's also this one on grooming, which you might be interested in since your Pidgeot is so well groomed."

"Wiggly!" clicked Whinny up towards the duo. Her voice held a keen little tintinnabulate to it, almost like a bell. Would could not deny the amount of enjoyment she was having.

"But all these books can't fit on a single bookcase!" countered Lennyka in some attempts to sound just. "Even so, I'd need a second bookcase and there might not be enough room for one!"

The teal haired girl began to emerge from the enclosure and toppled many stacks of books upon doing so. They spilled everywhere with the sounds of tackled thumps and pages aflutter filling the very being of the entire room. Sluggishly, she rubbed her eyes and trudged away from it carelessly. Whinny chose to stack the books back together, stretching with her limited length of paws and height to return them to their original form.

"Maybe I could . . . " A yawn escaped passed her lips, breaking away her current statement. " . . . I dunno."

"They're my babies!" Lennyka spouted as she made a dash back to her book collection. She pulled out a random book from the middle of the stack and hugged it to her, cooing lightly as if it were some kind of skittish canine. That stack from which the book came toppled over as Whinny had just finished stacking the one she had thrown down before. The Wigglytuff lamented but turned her attention to stack number two.

After her little charade (and the little red spot on her cheek from rubbing it against the scratched texture of the book's cover), Lennyka frowned.

"I cannot abandon my babies! Would you put a baby in a closet? Would you put a baby under your bed? Oh goodness, I don't want to even imagine it if you do such a thing!"

It was hard to imagine how Sorano Dinkley put up with this little piece of work. She wasn't a masterpiece, for sure. Yet, she was . . . something.

"Oh, butbut, books ARE alive!" contravened Lennyka with a deft blow of her socked foot to the floor below. "You can bring books alive, with your mind!"

Lennyka paused for a bit, a finger to her mouth in thought to back up her statement with some reasoning. Suddenly, she bounced up come her sudden epiphany and leered happily at Claire.

"Imagination! You can use your imagination to do many, many, maaany things! Like, like, you could imagine Whinny to be blue or your Pidgeot to be pink with a strawberry center when you bite into her! Imagination is wonderful!"

If Lennyka was more of a nutcase, she could have made a lunge at Odette in an attempt to confirm her thoughts. Thankfully, she did not.

Lennyka turned to pick up her tea and take a sip. This girl was quite the handful! Could she not comprehend the vast excellence of one's imagination? Lennyka Dinkley no- Dinkley Braidtails had some work to do!

"Okay, okay." Lennyka said, swishing around in more concentrated thought. "What if books weren't alive . . . which, by the way, is totally not true, would they have authors? Authors are alive, thus meaning they write living things inside a book . . . making it rich and alive!"

Okay, well, that had to be the worst reasoning Missus Dinkley had to offer for this little entanglement with her roommate. This was surely a battle she could not win. The truth was bluntly being told to her and she was casting is away like a net to sea. Couldn't she just comprehend?

Whinny's bright orbs for eyes trailed the length of the room over to Claire. What was to be her reaction? The best way to wake Lennyka up from her daydreams is to just mention her brother. One mutter of his name sends her cowering under her bedsheets in utter FEAR. Yet, how could the Wigglytuff signal this to Claire? All her jumping about and drawing 'S' onto the clear chalkboard in the air might prove to be futile. Ugh.