[ The Herdier sat in contemplation. Mentally battling over whether or not to call her best friend, Vic. Although, she wouldn't consider herself his best friend. Not after how rotten she had been to him after these several months. It had been a while since they spoken last. And their last conversation had ended on a bad note after the sharp-tongued terrier snarled at him bitterly. Since then, she hadn't worked the nerve to reconnect with her bestie. And to her, Valient wasn't so eager to reconnect with her either. But why should he ? After how she treated him, spitting out harsh words at him and playing a charade as if she was careless. A poorly choreographed act. All because she felt so infuriated that her best friend hadn't spoken to her in ages. Just because he was working diligently in trying to advance in his career. Gracie had no right to snap at him. Her desperate need for attention was not a proper excuse for her behavior.
But even so, she was still riddled with guilt for her bitterness toward the Victini. Now was time to make amends. With her vow for change, it was time to talk to him. To set their friendship back on the right track. However, she had been staring at her phone for the past twenty three minutes, trying to figure out what words to say. What was worst of all was the mere fact that she was rather nervous about talking to him. What if he picked up? She wanted to just leave a message. So she wouldn't face embarrassment in hearing his voice before she could get to what she intended to say. Mother of Arceus, this was a dilemma. Perhaps just texting him would be easier. Yeah. It would. Snatching the phone into her hands, she tapped out a message before clicking 'Send'. ]
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TO: Vic ( x x x - x x x x )
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um hey vic. it's been a while.
can u come over later? we need to talk.
(( ahhh ! sorry for the length ! i just wanted it to be perfect ; A ; ))
*So there he stood. In his hands were a small assortment of gifts he'd carefully packed up just that morning. Truth be told he hadn't felt this nervous in a long while. What if she didn't want to see him? What if she didn't even open the door? He'd been so horrible to her....no visits...no calls. He looked down at his feet. How could he even think he had the right to disturb her...he hadn't even called. The victini shook his head. No, no, he was here to delivery the gifts her brought her and he was going to do it! ....Flapping his wings he flew up to her window. Maybe he'd just leave things on the sill....--When he reached the window he felt his pocket buzz, he twitched, almost dropping the gifts-*
W-what....*he took his phone out and read the text* G-gracie...we...need to talk...pfft... *he looked away from his phone, closing it* That sounds...like I'm in deep trouble. Haha. Well...since...I'm here?
*he gently tapped on her window and just sort of hovered there awkwardly*