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[The fake eating gets a laugh, instinctively ducking his head out of the way.]

You really like eating me.

[When Hank stops he returns the favour with a quieter, much more delicate bite to Hank’s neck. Then he presses another kiss to his lips before stepping away.]

When would you like to leave?

I like to hear you laugh. [And that always gets a good one. The small kiss to his neck gets him to pet the back of his head, a gentle gesture before letting Connor go.]

Whenever you're ready. I can saddle up the... dog.

[God this is fucking weird.]

And I can... well, I’m not sure how to ride an Onix, actually. Maybe I just sit on his head?

[He supposes he’ll find out, won’t he?]

Yeah, I was trying to figure out the mechanics of that too. On his head seems like the only place that'd work.

[Hank wanders out loud, leaving Connor's side to go and pick up his pack. He's really going to have to watch how much stuff he gets whenever they stop in places. It's already half full.]

Hey uh... can I ask you to do me a favor? Just because it's important to me.

[Connor looks up from picking up his own pack, curious.]

Yes?

[He’s sure whatever it is, he can do it.]

I know you love this place. And I'm glad you have this place, you deserve it. But I want to have hope for home too.

Even if I can't remember, I'd like to plan for both places. I'm asking for me. So I have things to keep pushing for and some hope and so that I don't get... fuckin' bogged down that deep again. [He has bouts of sadness, but they're not as intense as they used to be.]

I just realized that you never got to know Sumo and that made me kind of sad. And I'd like you get to do that one day. [He slings on his pack, holding the pokeball for Dame in his hand.]

Oh.

[He didn't realise he'd made Hank sad, and he frowns and goes back over to him, touching his cheek lightly.]

I'm sorry. I didn't realise. Of course I would like to know Sumo. He's a good dog.

[Not very useful in terms of keeping intruders out of the house, but that's probably a good thing for Connor.]

We can plan for both places. If we do go home, I'd like to think we'd be together there, too.

[Technically Hank made himself sad by realizing it. But he still accepts the touch, leaning his cheek into it.]

He's useless but he's actually good for hugs.

[Though for the moment he doesn't dwell.]

And it would be really fuckin' nice to have a place that isn't just... you know. Hotel after hotel after hotel. I think I just figured out my childhood dream of being in a band would have been a pain in the ass.

He seems like he would be good for hugs, yes.

[And he smiles at the thought. It's a shame he didn't get the chance to do that.]

Where do you think we should try to settle down? We could see how Goldenrod is. It's a big city, with lots of supplies. We'll be there a while, so we can see how we like it.

Hopefully it won't be too bad. I might be bitching now but I wouldn't want to settle down and then suddenly find the perfect place. Of course though, in magic monster land you can find housing that's actually affordable and you didn't have to spend twenty years paying off.

[He gives Connor a hug himself, one armed, glad to at least get that small concern spoken for.] Alright. Time to go ride a giant Yorkie.

We can look until we find somewhere that makes us both happy.

[He smiles at the hug, before heading out of the door with his pack. Once they're outside he calls out Rocky, who roars happily at being let out. Connor pats his side and motions for the pokemon to bring his head down.]

I suppose this is where I find out if I'm doing this right.

[And he hops up onto the Onix's head, holding onto the protrusion coming from the top of it. He sits with his legs either side of it, and Rocky lifts his head again, leaving Connor hanging on with raised eyebrows. He's glad he's not afraid of heights.]

[Hank lets out Dame, who is as beautiful and silky as ever. And a little bit difficult for him to climb up on. But he does it, finally, settling on the giant dog's back. He looks up at Connor from where he is. High up there. On his mountainous rock snake.]

[He can't stop himself. It's almost there. He needs to say it.]

How's the weather up there?

[Then-]

If you say it's raining I'm gonna climb up there and kick your ass.

[He sounds a little amused, though.]

[Connor blinks down at Hank, before looking around.]

The weather is the same up here as it is down there.

[But boy, is it chilly sitting on cold rock. Good thing the weather is nice today.]

[Connor not getting a joke has turned from an annoyance to a highlight. He just smiles a little to himself.]

Alright, well. You lead the way. You're better at this than me. FUCK!

[Hank startles because Dame just decides to run a lap around Rocky. Just out of excitement. He mashes himself close to her back to keep from falling off. But she's very excited to go.]

I'm good! [He says when he's sure he's not about to die by hyper dog.]

[Connor can’t really help from up here, so he just looks on in amusement at Hank’s plight. Unsure of how to make Rocky start moving, he just taps his horn.]

We’re going now.

[Rocky starts moving forward, letting out a low roar as he goes. Connor holds onto the horn tighter and glances down at Hank.]

I wish I had a pillow.

[His ass is going to be sore.]

[And it won't even be Hank's fault this time!]

[However, as they're just setting out, he uses two fistfuls of dog fur as reigns and slows Dame down.] Wait! Wait, hold on.

[And he gets off, pulling off his coat and then pulling off the padded sweater he has on under it. Something warm to travel in. But his partner's woeful booty is more important than some slight chill- the dog is warmer than the Onix.] Here!

[He tosses up the sweater for Connor to tuck under him. It's not a full cushion but it'll pad it a little.]

[Connor catches the sweater and folds it before sitting on it.]

I appreciate it.

[Hank has saved him from sore booty. His hero.]

Let’s go, then.

[And the Onix is surprisingly fast. It can keep up with the other pokemon just fine.]

October 27th

[After a few days of travel they make it, finally. Things are quicker, but there are hold ups. For one, its getting colder, and Hank is a warm guy on a warm dog (turns out he's fine with a T-Shirt and a coat, after all that Detroit winter training), but he's with a skinny guy. And they make stops for both rest and warming up.]

[And in the cave, Rocky decides he needs to show off for the ladies. He decides this with Connor on his head. And Hank helplessly watches his partner treated like a decorative hat while Rocky shows off.]

[Welp.]

[By the time they get to Azalea, Hank is tired of riding a dog. All he can smell is dog. He's eager to get to a hotel and again go through the motions of dying on a hotel bed.]

[All he did was ride on Rocky’s head, but Connor is still tired by the time they reach Azalea. He curls up on the bed and immediately takes over the sheets, pulling them onto himself into a pile and groaning underneath them. He really doesn’t enjoy travelling for long distances.

Of course, Rocky got a fair few poffins for his trouble. He took them happily. Connor is glad that he didn’t seem troubled by his presence on his head.]

[Hank smoothly rolls over, curling up against his back big spoon style and pressing his cheek against his ear to warm it.]

...So about that 'settling down somewhere for a little while' thing? Thinking we definitely should do that over the winter.

[Considering how tired they are from autumn travel. He reaches to put his hands over Connors, giving him some more of his heat to make him comfy.]

It would probably be a good idea.

[He shifts up against Hank’s front, linking their fingers together and sighing contentedly.]

You’re warm.

It's the extra padding. [Even if he's lost about ten pounds from having to be ceaselessly active and not being able to drink as much as he used to.]

Seriously we get to Goldenrod before it snows and stay there for a few months. [He squeezes his hand.]

We only need to stay here long enough to rest. Though I am fond of all the Slowpoke.

[He wishes he could catch one, but the locals gave him a hard stare when he went for his pokeball upon arriving.]

Yeah it's like those places in Japan or Turkey with the cats or the bunnies or the deer? They're just allowed to do whatever they want.

[He's seen youtube videos. He's never actually been to one.]

Do they remind you of me? [He pokes fun at himself.]

No, the Stoutland reminds me of you.

[He smiles to himself, squeezing Hank’s hand.]

It’s also referred to as the big-hearted pokemon.

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I'M GONNA DO IT I CAN'T STOP MYSELF

BINKY PLS

YOU KNOW YOU DESERVED IT

:(

I refuse to be guilted by your frowny face

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