[Connor has had his Onix finally hatch, and is currently by the hotel patting it on one smooth rock segment. He’d caught a Chatot today too, the bird pokemon on his shoulder because Connor wasn’t sure when Hank would be back. He glances over when he hears them approaching and raises his eyebrows with a smile at the newly evolved pokemon.]
They evolved.
[He moves away from Rocky to pat the new Houndoom. The Onix rumbles discontentedly, now that Connor’s attention is elsewhere.]
[Hank looks up and jolts as he realizes that there's a giant snake by his hotel room, dropping his PokeGear in surprise.]
Holy shit!
[And then Tubbs picks up the PokeGear and gives it back, as he tries to do with everything that's dropped that's not food, just in case it's a game of catch in the making.]
[Hunter leans against Connor with all his weight, panting happily. Luann sniffs the giant Onix. Hank, to his credit (or discredit), hasn't even seen the bird yet.] Jesus Christ I'm glad that shit didn't hatch in the house or we'd have been fucking buried.
[But he looks fondly up at the giant pokemon, because it didn’t hatch indoors and therefore didn’t crush them. The Chatot, named Rupert, flaps his wings and repeats after Hank: “holy shit!”. Connor winces.]
Ah. This is Rupert.
[Yes, he named the bird after the pigeon deviant.]
That's great! Looks like between Dame and this guy we got our travel-
[His words fall short as he finally notices the Chatot. Which, knowing the name would be funny, if it weren't for the fact it was a bird.]
...Aw, hell. It does the fuckin' parrot thing?
[Yup. Connor is now cursed.] Son of a bitch. [Meanwhile, Luann dances around the Onix, trying to get his attention, the rocks jutting from her making grinding sounds here and there.]
He seemed to take a liking to me so I caught him. I had intended to put him back in his ball before you came back.
[The Chatot hops up onto Connor’s head, messing up his hair somewhat, whistling and repeating “holy shit!” again. The Onix brings his head down to Luann, letting out a low roar.]
I’m not sure how fast Rocky can travel, but it’s better than walking the whole way to the next town.
[Hank hears it say Holy Shit again and just-] Well, I guess this is the rest of our lives. [-Or until he puts the parrot away. Hell, this might be an encouragement for Connor to remember to do so. But then he's jarred by the low roar, and looks over at Luann bump her comparably delicate little nose against the other rock type's snoot.]
[Then he sighs, and finishes wiping off his PokeGear.]
So I know one of these dipshits has been using flying types and uh... Alright, so a few times, I might have reacted. And I might have wanted to get a bird to just fuck off. So I caught... a few.
I don't know what to do with them, I'll probably see if the flappy postal service will take them. But if you want any of them.
[He shows his registry to Connor.] Just please try not to Rupert it up too fucking hard, alright? Not have them all out at once? [Maybe if he nicely offers Connor will cooperate.]
Figured I should level up some of the ones that I like so their moves count for something. Haven't... got up the nerve to try breeding yet. [He arranges to send Connor the better skilled of his panic-catches. Tubbs is to the point that he keeps most birds away from his owner, but should they get too close, he fends them off.]
[Seriously, any bird trainers have no idea what they'll be dealing with just from Hank's accidental dog specialization.]
But until then I'm doing work the old-fashioned way so that reminds me I need to send you some money, too. Fuck me, I hate messing with the settings on this.
[He reaches over to pat Rocky on the nose, and the snake rumbles contentedly. Rupert clicks a few times before repeating “fuck me”. Connor gives Hank a sharp look.]
[Too bad, Connor. This is a devil he invited into the house.]
Anyway, I uh... I've been working on Connie too. While I was out.
[And then Hank points down to his coat pocket, where there's a flower crown and a pair of beady black eyes peeping out. Yes, she's just been in there. He didn't even put her back in the ball.]
[He gently reaches into his pocket and pulls her out, offering the flower part to Connor to take.] She's doing fine. She's holding her own for being so small.
[Not exactly the fairy type he expected to be focussing on, but there's something nice in that she was a kind gift, and she's very sweet-tempered.]
[He wiggles his fingers near the little Flabebe and then points at the massive Onix.] See? A lot bigger than you.
[The Flabebe's expression actually goes a little flat, as if she just realized that massive pokemon isn't just some sort of rock formation or landmark, now that she's out of the pocket. And her little confused gaze shifts between Hank and Connor.]
[When it moves in she topples trying to look up at him, wrapped around the stamen of her little flower. She looks at Hank and says a quiet 'Bebe' like she's asking if it really is okay. Because she is very small and she doesn't think she could defend herself very well.]
Yeah. [Hank assures her.] He's Connor's so he's your friend.
[Then to Connor, Hank says.] I think he's about to go cross-eyed trying to look at her.
[It's a little like a dinosaur movie, the way she pulls up her flower to half hide her face, like the Tyrannosaur looking in the window. Hank can't help but be amused as she pulls another soft questioning 'bebe' at it.]
Maybe. I was thinking we could still stand to go to one of the department stores. I know you want to stick around until you won the gym but couldn't we use some more supplies and some more moves.
[He reaches out to rub the top of her tiny head, only she decides to grab Hank's finger so his hand is over hers and she's sort of clamshell hidden between Hank and Connor's palms, peeking out from between them.]
[It's a strange conversation to have, what with his Flabebe hiding between their two hands and peeking out at the big Onyx. She's trying to be brave, summoning up her gumption as she pushes her little crowned head out from between their hands.]
[Hank, in the meantime, just looks at Connor giving him the well-learned 'I need a little more time, Hank' treatment.]
I should have never let you get so practiced at that. You're too good at it now. [He jokes lightly, before sighing. Stupid big brown eyes and his fucking weakness for them.] Alright. We got all the time in the world. I don't mean to be impatient. I just want to be prepared. Remember, we can always go back. And most of the people that have bothered with these gym leaders have been here for years.
Don't worry about it too much, alright? We won't do anything until you're ready.
[He knows that he will, but just as he's reassured him for previous failings.]
I'll take the opportunity to save up some money in the meantime, that way we can stock up when we get there. [He says 'he'll' save it up, but honestly he'll be shoving it all into Connor's pocket. He's the man with the discounts.]
You'll do fine. [He reassures him again, confident in the idea. Also confident that he'll need to be there to catch him if he doesn't do fine. And with his hand still hovering over Connor's he leans in for a kiss.]
[Though the movement makes the Flabebe decide her handcave is too stifling, and she pushes out between their hands and drops down to the ground, making Hank break it quickly to look away and around and then down.]
Just remember that we'll be there a while. We both want a Porygon, remember?
[And that's going to mean a few weeks of hard gaming. He leans in to return the kiss, but then Connie drops to the ground and Connor repeats Hank's motions, before bending down to scoop her up and giving her a faux-cross expression.]
Connie, you should be careful. You're very small. You could get lost.
[The Onix roars in agreement, and Crockett has taken to spinning around Rocky's head.]
[A horrible karmic justice falls upon Connor in that moment, because the sweet little angel of a being, this Flabebe, gives him the most pathetic of apologetic looks and says, very softly, her name to the tune of, 'I'm sorry'.]
[She effectively renders Hank helpless though.]
He's not mad. [Hank insists like the big tough grumpy guy that he theoretically is.] He's just worried.
[Connor's expression softens, and he just looks at Hank helplessly, still holding the little Flabebe in his hands. Between him and the pokemon, Hank is getting two sets of puppy eyes.]
I'm not mad.
[He repeats it, looking distraught that he might have upset her.]
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They evolved.
[He moves away from Rocky to pat the new Houndoom. The Onix rumbles discontentedly, now that Connor’s attention is elsewhere.]
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Holy shit!
[And then Tubbs picks up the PokeGear and gives it back, as he tries to do with everything that's dropped that's not food, just in case it's a game of catch in the making.]
[Hunter leans against Connor with all his weight, panting happily. Luann sniffs the giant Onix. Hank, to his credit (or discredit), hasn't even seen the bird yet.] Jesus Christ I'm glad that shit didn't hatch in the house or we'd have been fucking buried.
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[But he looks fondly up at the giant pokemon, because it didn’t hatch indoors and therefore didn’t crush them. The Chatot, named Rupert, flaps his wings and repeats after Hank: “holy shit!”. Connor winces.]
Ah. This is Rupert.
[Yes, he named the bird after the pigeon deviant.]
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[His words fall short as he finally notices the Chatot. Which, knowing the name would be funny, if it weren't for the fact it was a bird.]
...Aw, hell. It does the fuckin' parrot thing?
[Yup. Connor is now cursed.] Son of a bitch. [Meanwhile, Luann dances around the Onix, trying to get his attention, the rocks jutting from her making grinding sounds here and there.]
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[The Chatot hops up onto Connor’s head, messing up his hair somewhat, whistling and repeating “holy shit!” again. The Onix brings his head down to Luann, letting out a low roar.]
I’m not sure how fast Rocky can travel, but it’s better than walking the whole way to the next town.
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[Then he sighs, and finishes wiping off his PokeGear.]
So I know one of these dipshits has been using flying types and uh... Alright, so a few times, I might have reacted. And I might have wanted to get a bird to just fuck off. So I caught... a few.
I don't know what to do with them, I'll probably see if the flappy postal service will take them. But if you want any of them.
[He shows his registry to Connor.] Just please try not to Rupert it up too fucking hard, alright? Not have them all out at once? [Maybe if he nicely offers Connor will cooperate.]
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I can take a Murkrow and an Oricorio. And don’t worry, with all the eggs I’ve been buying I likely won’t have room for all of the birds at once.
[He may have developed an egg problem.]
I would suggest you breed them, but I suppose bringing more birds into the world is the last thing you want.
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[Seriously, any bird trainers have no idea what they'll be dealing with just from Hank's accidental dog specialization.]
But until then I'm doing work the old-fashioned way so that reminds me I need to send you some money, too. Fuck me, I hate messing with the settings on this.
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[He reaches over to pat Rocky on the nose, and the snake rumbles contentedly. Rupert clicks a few times before repeating “fuck me”. Connor gives Hank a sharp look.]
He’s going to keep saying those things, you know.
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[Too bad, Connor. This is a devil he invited into the house.]
Anyway, I uh... I've been working on Connie too. While I was out.
[And then Hank points down to his coat pocket, where there's a flower crown and a pair of beady black eyes peeping out. Yes, she's just been in there. He didn't even put her back in the ball.]
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Hello, Connie.
[He glances up at Hank.]
How is she doing?
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[Not exactly the fairy type he expected to be focussing on, but there's something nice in that she was a kind gift, and she's very sweet-tempered.]
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She's going to be strong, I can tell.
[Because Hank is pouring a lot of time and effort into her, and it'll pay off.]
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[He wiggles his fingers near the little Flabebe and then points at the massive Onix.] See? A lot bigger than you.
[The Flabebe's expression actually goes a little flat, as if she just realized that massive pokemon isn't just some sort of rock formation or landmark, now that she's out of the pocket. And her little confused gaze shifts between Hank and Connor.]
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It’s alright, he’s friendly. He won’t hurt you.
[He gives Hank a smile that says he clearly finds this situation adorable.]
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Yeah. [Hank assures her.] He's Connor's so he's your friend.
[Then to Connor, Hank says.] I think he's about to go cross-eyed trying to look at her.
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Well, he is very big. And she is very small.
[He lifts Connie to Rocky's nose, where the Onix actually does go cross-eyed trying to look at the pokemon. Connor chuckles to himself at the sight.]
We should train together sometime. We haven't done it for a while.
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Maybe. I was thinking we could still stand to go to one of the department stores. I know you want to stick around until you won the gym but couldn't we use some more supplies and some more moves.
[He reaches out to rub the top of her tiny head, only she decides to grab Hank's finger so his hand is over hers and she's sort of clamshell hidden between Hank and Connor's palms, peeking out from between them.]
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It shouldn’t take me much longer. I just want to make sure I’m ready. I don’t want to lose.
[He places his other hand on Hank’s arm.]
Can you give me a little more time?
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[Hank, in the meantime, just looks at Connor giving him the well-learned 'I need a little more time, Hank' treatment.]
I should have never let you get so practiced at that. You're too good at it now. [He jokes lightly, before sighing. Stupid big brown eyes and his fucking weakness for them.] Alright. We got all the time in the world. I don't mean to be impatient. I just want to be prepared. Remember, we can always go back. And most of the people that have bothered with these gym leaders have been here for years.
Don't worry about it too much, alright? We won't do anything until you're ready.
[He knows that he will, but just as he's reassured him for previous failings.]
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I know. Perhaps I should try to slow down a little, too. After I get this badge, we can go to Goldenrod.
[There's no ifs about getting the badge. He doesn't fail. The idea of actually losing freaks him out.]
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You'll do fine. [He reassures him again, confident in the idea. Also confident that he'll need to be there to catch him if he doesn't do fine. And with his hand still hovering over Connor's he leans in for a kiss.]
[Though the movement makes the Flabebe decide her handcave is too stifling, and she pushes out between their hands and drops down to the ground, making Hank break it quickly to look away and around and then down.]
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[And that's going to mean a few weeks of hard gaming. He leans in to return the kiss, but then Connie drops to the ground and Connor repeats Hank's motions, before bending down to scoop her up and giving her a faux-cross expression.]
Connie, you should be careful. You're very small. You could get lost.
[The Onix roars in agreement, and Crockett has taken to spinning around Rocky's head.]
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[She effectively renders Hank helpless though.]
He's not mad. [Hank insists like the big tough grumpy guy that he theoretically is.] He's just worried.
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I'm not mad.
[He repeats it, looking distraught that he might have upset her.]
Please don't look at me like that.
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