Mild spoilers for the upcoming One-shot under the cut:
“I’m sorry, darling, but I’ve checked the whole city, including the sewers, and I haven’t found a single hair.”
Elesa sighed. “I understand. Thank you for trying."
“Of course, darling.” Burgh’s voice echoed over the tinny speaker. “If there’s anything else I can do please don’t be afraid to call me.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll turn up sooner or later,” his voice was unusually quiet and gentle.
“Yeah, I’m sure he will. Thanks again, Burgh. See you around.” She hung up and leaned back against the couch.
Emmet paced past her, as he had been doing for the past hour. “Nothing?”
“Nothing,” she confirmed. Skyla patted her on the arm sympathetically.
Emmet marched up to his - Elesa didn’t want to be mean but there was no good way to phrase this - conspiracy board. It was a conspiracy board. There was no other word for it. He crossed of “Castelia City” with a red marker. It was hard to tell from her position on the couch but it looked like everything on the list had been crossed out.
“…That’s all of Unova isn’t it?” She asked, staring at the ceiling.
“Not all of Unova!” Skyla punched her arm encouragingly. “Besides, if he moved around, we might have missed him. We’ll just have to check everywhere again!”
“Maybe he isn’t in Unova?”
Skyla puffed out her cheeks. “Well, where else would he be?”
“I don’t know.” Elesa rubbed her eye. “Alola? Galar?”
“Don’t be silly, how would he even get over there?”
Elesa squinted at her. “…A plane?”
“No way, someone would have noticed! Ingo’s too famous and we’ve kicked up a lot of fuss. He doesn’t even have his passport! So unless you’re suggesting he was stuffed in a suitcase-“
Emmet gasped and stoped dead.
“Joking! She’s just joking!” Elesa glared at her girlfriend. “Nobody’s stuffed Ingo in a suitcase.”
“They check the suitcases anyway, it’s not actually plausible.” Skyla nodded. “The post, on the other hand-“
“You’re not helping!” She hissed.
“R.I.P. Ingo. Stamped and mailed overseas.”
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