♕ NINTH COMMAND | ACTION [OLIVINE CITY] | FOURTH WALL

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[If you happen to be exploring Olivine City today, you may run into Archer. That's really not all that unusual - contrary to popular belief, he does spend some time outdoors (some being the key word there) - but what's striking about it is... well, the insane number of cats following him.]

Where did you all even come from...?

[They're all the little cats rather than the larger ones. That means there's a herd of wild Meowth, Glameow, Skitty, Shinx, and Purrloin following Archer around. He loves cats, sure, but this is a bit much!]

[...He may or may not have started carrying around one of those Purrloin though. It's only because he doesn't have one, it's not like he actually likes it or anything...!!]

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[Yeah, it...really is.

The...skirt that the military insists on making its soldiers wear is more complicated than it really needs to be - Kimbley generally tended to find that it's damn near impossible to get the dumb thing to stay on, and once you've managed it's so firmly on there that it becomes a production to take it off, and it's just stupidly inconvenient all around. The weight of it now that it's wet isn't helping any, since it's just dragging on the fastenings; however, he gets that and the pants dealt with reasonably easily, or at least with no more "FML" than dealing with them usually involves.

His hands slip a bit on the fastenings of the jacket, though he shrugs it off quickly once he has it undone; the shirt beneath it...he toys with the bottom hem of it before he just pulls it roughly over his head and casts it aside somewhere, not wanting to procrastinate it any longer than he really has to.

There's a mirror in the room; he makes a point of taking a good look at the marks - as he'd thought, they're definitely there. He takes a moment. Surveys the extent of the damage. Makes sure he'll remember it. He knows he's never going to show Archer, if he has any say in the matter.]