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[color=f6989d]"I think I've got it all!"[/color] A dressed-up Buneary sits on the floor, feet to either side of her pink and black plaid backpack. Her room mirrors her very appearance, with fabrics of all shades of red and white lining the walls in careful arrangement and forming the various faces of idol bands she follows. There's really not much she expects to bring with her, calling out the fact that her tailor's box is organized and nothing is missing. She pulls on the drawstrings and hops up onto her feet, swinging the bag around to her back as she's practiced many times before.

Standing in the doorway is her mother, a Lopunny not as dolled-up as her daughter. Genevieve's feet pad up to her mom quickly and she embraces her, arms reaching as far around as she can. [color=f6989d]"I'll miss you, mum."[/color]

[color=fdc68a]"I'll miss you too, dear,"[/color] her mother bends over to accept the hug. [color=fdc68a]"Be safe. Do what you're told."[/color] She does her best to hide the worry, but Genevieve notices anyways.

Genevieve pulls away from her mom to look her in the eyes and gives a confident nod. [color=f6989d]"I will!"[/color] As any young one, she bounds away down the wooden hallway to the stairs, eventually leading into their small and quiet shop. [color=f6989d]"Bye dad, love you!"[/color] She hops up to kiss her dad's cheek, barely waiting for his response before she races out the door. The daylight rolled into the windows of the shop, but even still she finds herself shading her eyes the moment she makes it to the cobblestone street. The day is bright and warm, and the bustle of the city continues as normal. For her, though, this day will hopefully be anything but.

Launching from her spot in front of the shop, the many onlookers around her nearly assumed something was chasing her until they realized: it's just Genevieve. Her energy comes in bursts, and if wearing herself out with sprinting down the open roads meant getting her there faster at the cost of exhaustion, she'll do it. She's familiar enough with Cloudgate, she's lived there since she was born. The sandstone structure just so happens to have a pastry shop on its way, so she stops in long enough to grab a basket of treats with a short, but familiar, interaction.

Now with a basket of sweetbreads in one hand, her pace slows enough to enjoy the day. With a bounce in her step, she practically skips the rest of the way. Upon arriving, her head tilts up and she inspects the building with parting lips. There's something more impressive about it, knowing that adventure awaits her. With a giggle, she finishes her outdoor walk by approaching the open front door. Before she steps in, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath of the nearby ocean. As if filled with new vigor, she steps inside. Just within, what she presumes to be the lobby, is a Poochyena, a Sylveon, and a clutter of notices.

[color=f6989d]"Morning! Or, is it afternoon now?"[/color] She raises a paw to her chin as she considers. [color=f6989d]"Oh! I brought breakfast!"[/color] With an extended arm, she offers the basket.