Twelfth Melody [Text]

[melodicnocturne]

Jack, made it to Goldenrod this morning. I'll be around the stores looking for costume ideas, so feel free to look out for me if you're around there today.

If you see a guy in a coat with long red hair and black tips following me, don't worry. His name's Fugue and he's a Zoroark. He's really good at transforming and likes to show off sometimes. A lot of people have asked about him before, so I wanted to give you a heads-up.

Sorry if this is a bother, but I'm looking for someone by the name of Other Father. Jack told me to try and contact you once I got to Goldenrod City, I'm a traveling musician and I plan to attend his party. I can give you a show of my skills if you'd like, as I was wondering if you'd be open to a second act performing with you. I can do other things if you'd prefer to play solo, though.

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[pianokeys]

We've got a spare room at home. For the moment, it's just me and my kids. You could stay for a while, if you'd like?

There's a music room, too. Though some of the instruments are off-limits.

[Only because they belong to the kids. The baby-piano, turntables and Violin aren't his.]

[melodicnocturne]

Really? Wow...that's really nice of you.

[Excuse him while confused blinking because how does respond to generosity.]

I...I won't just loaf about. If you need help with anything, I'm your man. Just let me know about the rules of the house and you can count on me to follow.

[pianokeys]

There's no~ need to do anything; it'll be my pleasure to have you.

[Although...]

'Though, if you're any good with food, I couldn't say no.

[No seriously. His cooking is atrocious. Children have cowered from his dinners, so he just tries not to cook.]

O~nly house rules are to respect everything and everyone; the kids don't like their stuff bein' used either, but I'm pre~tty sure that comes under respect.

[melodicnocturne]

I guess I'm okay with cooking...I mean, I used to cook sometimes while I was staying with some friend, and I haven't poisoned myself yet on the road. I must be doing something right. If you've got cookbooks, I should be able to manage fairly alright.

[In his head, the situation adds up fairly quickly. He feels kind of bad for the man when he considers living with a house full of kids and being unable to cook well, but at least it seems they manage well enough.]

Okay, easy enough then. Could you give me the address there?