[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.]
[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.]
[He grunts at first at the similarity callout, but Connor can probably feel him smile, cheek rounding up beside his ear and pricking his face with his beard as he indirectly almost calls him big-hearted.]
Fair enough. Just don't tell anybody.
[Not that he's been much of an asshole here. No one's given him a reason. He rubs his thumb along the back of Connor's hand, feeling tranquil now that he's warming up.]
I'll go get us something decent to eat in a few minutes when we've warmed up some. You can stay here under the covers. I'll wade through the Slowpokes.
I'll take Dame and put her back while I'm out. Su- [he does the thing of almost calling a child by the wrong name] Tubbs is on my belt and my other Pokeballs are in the bag...
[Then he opens his eyes.]
...Do they do costumes here? For Halloween?
[Because Connor's never had a Halloween. He's done fuck all. Never dressed up or anything.]
[Okay, dressing up his Pokemon is just as good. And further reinforces that occasional glimmer of a thought in the back of his mind, one he gets irritated with, that Connor would have been a great mom.]
Probably. It would be the best place to do it.
I'll look when I'm out and tell you when I come back, all right?
[He props himself up on his arm and looks down at him.]
[Hank snorts lightly.] Okay. Which ones do you want me to pick them up for?
[Surely they have options for all types.]
It's a few days early but you need at least one day of an actual Halloween. It's important. Even if you were still an android I'd make you do something.
But since you're a human, you're going to get some treats, too.
We can't do all of the things you'd normally do, but uh....
You know what? Get out your Pumkaboo for this. [He pats Connor's hip.] I'll make sure Woody comes along. They'll set the mood.
I don't think scary stories would be as scary for you, but we could try anyway.
[And finally Hank reluctantly gets up, bunching the blankets around Connor so the warmth doesn't leave him.] You nap in the meantime. [They should get some real rest before they hit the road again.]
[It’s true that scary stories might not work well on Connor, but it’s not like he’s incapable of being spooked. He just might be prone to picking the stories apart.]
I’ll try to wait for you to come back.
[But predictably, he’s out like a light within minutes of Hank actually leaving.]
[Hank spends plenty of time out asking about costumes. He picks out costumes for his dogs as well, also Slowpokes to match. He picks up a variety of cheap candy, everything from candy bars to those powdery little discs and some candy corn. He figures what Connor doesn't eat, the Pokemon will like. He even gets a couple of caramel apples, the sort covered in crushed nuts.]
[He goes all out. He even gets Connor a better cushion.]
[Though he gets back and finds Connor fast asleep, and remains quiet as he moves around the room putting down his recent purchases. He can't bear to wake him up. Not after all that travelling.]
[Connor sleeps for a little while longer, before shifting awake with a grumble and sitting up, looking for Hank as he rubs his eye. He sees Hank’s new belongings and goes over to investigate them, but not before finally letting out his pokemon (with the exception of Rocky). Crockett beeps as Connor pulls out the Slowpoke outfit for it, and he smiles as he puts it on.]
[Hank's already settled down by the time that Connor wakes up, with Woody at his side trying to read a book that Hank is turning pages for. Apparently he likes entertaining the Pokemon; more unfortunate residue from having been a dad.]
[He looks over at Connor.]
I got you a candied apple and some cheap Halloween candy to try. Don't eat too much at once.
[He's warned him before. He'll do it again. Man the Magneton looks damn strange in a costume. But not unhappy, really.]
[The Magneton even does a twirl after the costume has been successfully put on. Buntz seems excited for his own costume, so it looks like Connor is going to have to dress up all of the pokemon right now.]
I’ll try to remember. It made me feel unwell last time.
[Hank just watches fondly as Connor dresses them all up. His own press their doggish noses eagerly at Connor, wanting attention. Even Woody floats over.]
[It's kind of a bizarre scene. Connor surrounded by magical fucking creatures wanting to be dressed up.]
You're one song away from being a Disney princess.
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I'M GONNA DO IT I CAN'T STOP MYSELF
[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.]
BINKY PLS
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.]
YOU KNOW YOU DESERVED IT
[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.]
:(
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.]
I refuse to be guilted by your frowny face
...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.]
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[He shifts up against Hank’s front, linking their fingers together and sighing contentedly.]
You’re warm.
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Seriously we get to Goldenrod before it snows and stay there for a few months. [He squeezes his hand.]
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[He wishes he could catch one, but the locals gave him a hard stare when he went for his pokeball upon arriving.]
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[He's seen youtube videos. He's never actually been to one.]
Do they remind you of me? [He pokes fun at himself.]
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[He smiles to himself, squeezing Hank’s hand.]
It’s also referred to as the big-hearted pokemon.
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Fair enough. Just don't tell anybody.
[Not that he's been much of an asshole here. No one's given him a reason. He rubs his thumb along the back of Connor's hand, feeling tranquil now that he's warming up.]
I'll go get us something decent to eat in a few minutes when we've warmed up some. You can stay here under the covers. I'll wade through the Slowpokes.
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[He sighs contentedly, glad to be in a warm bed with Hank cuddled up behind him.]
Okay. I'll let out the pokemon while you're gone.
[The dogs will want to lounge too, he thinks.]
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[Then he opens his eyes.]
...Do they do costumes here? For Halloween?
[Because Connor's never had a Halloween. He's done fuck all. Never dressed up or anything.]
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[Halloween seems to be a big deal here, so he supposes there would be a lot of places selling costumes and such. He smiles to himself.]
I bet there are Slowpoke costumes. Can I dress my pokemon up as Slowpoke?
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Probably. It would be the best place to do it.
I'll look when I'm out and tell you when I come back, all right?
[He props himself up on his arm and looks down at him.]
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Don't be too long. We need to leave after we rest.
[But he wants his pokemon to be dressed as Slowpoke immediately, so they're not leaving until at least Crockett has a costume on.]
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[Surely they have options for all types.]
It's a few days early but you need at least one day of an actual Halloween. It's important. Even if you were still an android I'd make you do something.
But since you're a human, you're going to get some treats, too.
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[Who wouldn't want to see a Pikachu dressed as a Slowpoke?]
We can celebrate on the road. I'm not sure how, though. I don't know what people do for Halloween.
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You know what? Get out your Pumkaboo for this. [He pats Connor's hip.] I'll make sure Woody comes along. They'll set the mood.
I don't think scary stories would be as scary for you, but we could try anyway.
[And finally Hank reluctantly gets up, bunching the blankets around Connor so the warmth doesn't leave him.] You nap in the meantime. [They should get some real rest before they hit the road again.]
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[It’s true that scary stories might not work well on Connor, but it’s not like he’s incapable of being spooked. He just might be prone to picking the stories apart.]
I’ll try to wait for you to come back.
[But predictably, he’s out like a light within minutes of Hank actually leaving.]
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[He goes all out. He even gets Connor a better cushion.]
[Though he gets back and finds Connor fast asleep, and remains quiet as he moves around the room putting down his recent purchases. He can't bear to wake him up. Not after all that travelling.]
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[He looks over at Connor.]
I got you a candied apple and some cheap Halloween candy to try. Don't eat too much at once.
[He's warned him before. He'll do it again. Man the Magneton looks damn strange in a costume. But not unhappy, really.]
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I’ll try to remember. It made me feel unwell last time.
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[It's kind of a bizarre scene. Connor surrounded by magical fucking creatures wanting to be dressed up.]
You're one song away from being a Disney princess.
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