[color=#99ff66][B]"WAKE UP!"[/b][/color] 

The immature, obstinate pokemon stirred; beginning to rouse herself out of her sleep, the bongs of cast iron pots being repeatedly smacked together and her father's galling bellows striking her eardrums. He could hear him pacing about her bed, thumping the two items together over and over, booming over clangs and clatters while shouting at her to wake up. Takeo Feuille had waken his daughter up like that for the last two years. He'd take the time to carefully and delicately sneak up the stairs, ensuring his massive footsteps were soft, tip-toe his way down the creaky wooden paneled floor, gently open the door to her room, and unleash the crescendo of his pot symphony. The girl covered her ears with her pillows, trying to drone out the incessant howling of his shouting and pans. It wasn't long before, finally quitting, she'd thunder off, throwing the pillows down in frustration as her father followed, belly laughing profoundly. 

The two would begin breakfast in the small, cramped kitchen, her father practically hunching over in order to avoid smacking his head against the crumbly ceiling. [color=#d3ff80]"You didn't have to wake me up [i]this[/i] early,"[/color] Gale murmured in a small, tired voice, in sharp contrast to her father's deep, booming, and imposing one. The early morning haze still fogged her mind, causing her to forget that  she was supposed to be the big, tough outlaw. [color=#d3ff80]"I really need some more sleep, dad.."[/color] Her dad leaned in, staring at her inquisitively, an eyebrow raised. [color=#99ff66][b]"You're in a surprisingly good mood, Gale!"[/b][/color] Her father exclaimed, still chewing through his steaming bowl of noodles. [color=#99ff66][b]"You're usually still sour about the wake up call!"[/b][/color] The pokemon would blink twice, her eyes growing lucid and mouth losing the confused, sleepy smile, realizing just who she was supposed to be. [color=#d3ff80]"I-I can't believe you woke me up this early, f-fartface!"[/color] The pokemon said, catching herself. [color=#d3ff80]"I'm too old for that kind of junk! [sup]not too old for a bedtime story, though.."[/sup][/color]

Her father smiled. [color=#99ff66][b]"Okay, that's a little more along the lines of my daughter."[/b][/color] The Pangoro laughed, slurping the last of the spicy soup remaining. [color=#99ff66][b]"Well, you better come down to the shop now - you've slept through most of this morning - again."[/b][/color] The massive pokemon would slide over his small stool, turning around to head down the stairs where there was the usual kind of morning buzz - laughter, discussion, and threats - while his daughter followed, bored out of her mind. [color=#d3ff80]"Ugh, dad, do I really have to help [i]today?[/i] I have lots of stuff to do."[/color] By lots of stuff to do, she meant hanging around on her boulder and pretending she was a cool outlaw. [color=#99ff66][b]"Of course! You've skipped out on the last few weeks, I'm sure you can do just one day, now."[/b][/color] Her father declared. [color=#99ff66][b]"Today's gonna be a busy day!"[/b][/color] The Pangoro got to work, boiling pots of water, steaming noodles, and mashing sauce together with surprising finesse for someone so large.

[color=#99ff66][b]"Order up!"[/b][/color] The head chef and main employee would shout, placing a bowl of steaming soup on the counter. His daughter would pick it up, muttering angrily to herself about stupid adventurers, and would serve it to two nearby adventurers freshly home from a mission. She'd look out the window, the morning sun shining through, to see two figures approaching the shop - she recognized one of them, surprisingly - an Eevee, the daughter of a retired explorer that was a teammate of dad's, that she used to hang out with when she was younger. He was a bit of a dork, with his wanderlust and charitable spirit, rambling on about his desire to be an adventurer. He kind of reminded him of her when she was younger, looking up to the adventurers and wanting to be a part of them one day. Maybe he'd one day get that idea drilled out of him, but for now, he still looked to be the cheerful little fox that she played with a time ago. The other one she assumed to be his dad.

[color=#d3ff80]"DAD! Your stupid adventurer friend is here!"[/color] Gale yelled, watching as the pair approached. [color=#d3ff80]"You'd better come over here and say hello!"[/color] Her dad would immediately perk up, finding that a remnant of his past had wandered by. [color=#99ff66][b]"Wait, Draco's here?!"[/b][/color] The Pangoro would immediately drop his pan, leaving the sizzling food behind, and rush over to the door, his white headband billowing behind him. He squinted, staring at the Umbreon close by for a short while. [color=#99ff66][b]"That's definitely Draco - could recognize that stench of his anywhere!"[/b][/color] Her father opened up his arms for a bear hug. [color=#99ff66][b]"Gale, bring the two inside and talk to Belgond."[/b][/color] Takeo said, pushing her forward to the two. [color=#99ff66][b]"It'll be just like when you hung out with him before!"[/b][/color]

[color=#d3ff80]"Dad, I don't [i]talk[/i] with people, I'm an outlaw - oh, hey Belgond."[/color] She mumbled, her eyes downcast and her voice meek again, a far cry from the villainess she painted herself as.. it'd been quite a while since they'd actually talked. [color=#d3ff80]"So.. you a geeky adventurer yet..?"[/color]

[@Bright_Ops]