#(its the ports deli cioso or Nothing)

[dendrahrah]

[ ouch!! | accepting. ]

@voltagedoubler: 🚑 for kofu at surgingchef

The sun is setting low over the hills by the time Dendra thunders towards the Porto Marinada marketplace at breakneck speed, legs pumping as she leaves an actual dust cloud in her wake. Predictably, she doesn't look well--there are tears in the knees of her tracksuit, and her sleeves are rolled up, showing various bruises on her forearms. However, upon catching a glimpse of Kofu at the port's edge, Dendra skids to a halt, a tired smile on her sweaty expression as she takes in a gasp of precious air.

"Hola, Mr. Kofu...!" the instructor wheezes, planting hands on her knees and swaying a little in the spring breeze. "Wow, what a day--class went late and then the cab missed my spot and so I had to run--like really run--all the way here for this week's grocery shopping! Whew! Kofu, please tell me the market isn't closed yet I literally sprinted across the desert to get here and maybe even hitched a ride on an...energetic Iron Treads along the way. Are they still open? Are there any...deals...tonight?"

Dendra's talking at a million words a minute but slowly running out of steam, swaying dangerously in front of the Gym Leader again. Her empty water bottle bangs hollowly against her thigh, telling a story all in itself. Despite all of her remaining spirit, the battle instructor is badly dehydrated and totally gassed.

"Gotta...get to the market, I'll be seeing you...!" Dendra mumbles, nearly falling over as she tries to lurch past Kofu towards the colorful shopping tents.

#surgingchef #injury tw #(did dendra just sprint across the entire asado desert for premium groceries? yes) #(its the ports deli cioso or Nothing)