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It doesn't have to be right away. [ Despite that 'now'. ] But I wanted to leave tonight.
[ He has his reasons! ...That he just doesn't want to sleep inside. ]
There's a spot where I used to sleep with my pokémon a lot. It's really spacious, inside the woods near a stream. [ A pause, and the smallest of smiles grows on his face. ] It'll be nice having the extra company too.
You're welcome to come wherever I go, Cilan. Always. [ He takes a long drink of his tea (some might be good to bring with them, just in case), and then he's up again, keeping it in hand. ]
You can bring whatever you want. Charizard can help carry it. I need to figure out what the porrings will wanna do. [ Again, he'll reassure with a look to Cilan: ] Don't rush. I want to go out and buy a few things.
[ The food is dealt with, without Red thinking to ask Cilan if he's decided to prepare anything. It's the reason why he's out a while longer than he needs to be, and Charizard's already waiting outside the home to meet Cilan, a low growl rumbling in greeting to the connoisseur while Red goes in to grab his own essentials. He comes back out with his backpack, as well as a large cloth bag he used to carry foods in the past, but filled now with a certain three porrings who, really, had every right to appear from inquisitive to suspicious as they do.
They get a word of reassurance, and an apologetic look that contradicts it, and two guys taking off on a dragon with a bag squealing in its hold probably doesn't look like the best sight, but it's one that settles down after a while, even if the squirming they do inside gets Charizard constantly looking down at the bag with some mild concern.
But the ride isn't a long one, at least, and they land gently with the bag making soft contact first, the flaps dropping and the porrings scuttling out hurriedly -- well, two of them -- to remember what their gelatinous bodies feel to be sitting on more than wrapped up bags of food. ..not that much different, actually, but flying was a new experience for the trio.
They only need to make their way in from them, a bit of a walking distance, but the sound of water and the rustling of trees sounding deeper the farther they get in welcomes them to their destination -- and Myra, Red's oversized, giant centipede with the scarf around it that's now dulled from the shade of red it used to be.
Trees, some bearing small hard apples not yet ripe for eating, shield away the small space, yet cast enough above to shelter away from rain, only clearing to the fresh water pulling away from the greens of life with its own soft colouring. All of Red's pokémon come out, even Mewtwo. It has a quiet look about it, never making a sound even when offered food behind the occasional thwish of its tail. It would have offered a judging look to Cilan and his pokémon, a tension in the air around it that...could honestly be stronger.
It definitely wouldn't have sit even at the space it does from the group once before, body facing everybody, but with its back to a tree. Funnily enough, it's Jolteon who plods over to them with food to eat, and Gengar then after. ]
... After you didn't need to stay at the apartment I had anymore, I didn't bother keeping it for much longer. Having a place all to myself didn't feel right, and I couldn't sleep in a bed easy those days. I just decided to keep camping like here. [ ... ] It was comfortable, having everyone out with me. You know, back home, it was either camping or spending a night in a pokémon centre. Hotels felt like a waste of money.
[ The food is a mix of vegetable-stuffed pies and quiches to cover everyone, from, pokémon, and the non-pokémon too (the porring siblings munch eagerly away at their food, with Myra not any quieter with the few raw vegetables available, skittering usually either next to Red or Lapras), and more than enough fruit bought from the farmers just about packing away for the ride back to their homes. It'd be good in the morning however, whatever wasn't eaten then. ]
You don't have to think about where you are out here. Everything's just... normal. The creatures do what they want like pokémon do, and I found places to hide away the stuff I didn't need with me. Myra got to learn how to live independently from me too. I didn't want to worry about anything happening to him if I ever [ ... ] if something ever happened to me.
[ There's nothing ominous about that, just a fact of life for non-natives where disappearing was a thing. ]
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[ He has his reasons! ...That he just doesn't want to sleep inside. ]
There's a spot where I used to sleep with my pokémon a lot. It's really spacious, inside the woods near a stream. [ A pause, and the smallest of smiles grows on his face. ] It'll be nice having the extra company too.
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It sounds like a lovely place. I'd be happy to taste it for myself, if you'll allow us to accompany you there.
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You can bring whatever you want. Charizard can help carry it. I need to figure out what the porrings will wanna do. [ Again, he'll reassure with a look to Cilan: ] Don't rush. I want to go out and buy a few things.
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[Otherwise, by the time Red gets back, Cilan will likely have everything except for food and things of that nature ready to go here.]
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They get a word of reassurance, and an apologetic look that contradicts it, and two guys taking off on a dragon with a bag squealing in its hold probably doesn't look like the best sight, but it's one that settles down after a while, even if the squirming they do inside gets Charizard constantly looking down at the bag with some mild concern.
But the ride isn't a long one, at least, and they land gently with the bag making soft contact first, the flaps dropping and the porrings scuttling out hurriedly -- well, two of them -- to remember what their gelatinous bodies feel to be sitting on more than wrapped up bags of food. ..not that much different, actually, but flying was a new experience for the trio.
They only need to make their way in from them, a bit of a walking distance, but the sound of water and the rustling of trees sounding deeper the farther they get in welcomes them to their destination -- and Myra, Red's oversized, giant centipede with the scarf around it that's now dulled from the shade of red it used to be.
Trees, some bearing small hard apples not yet ripe for eating, shield away the small space, yet cast enough above to shelter away from rain, only clearing to the fresh water pulling away from the greens of life with its own soft colouring. All of Red's pokémon come out, even Mewtwo. It has a quiet look about it, never making a sound even when offered food behind the occasional thwish of its tail. It would have offered a judging look to Cilan and his pokémon, a tension in the air around it that...could honestly be stronger.
It definitely wouldn't have sit even at the space it does from the group once before, body facing everybody, but with its back to a tree. Funnily enough, it's Jolteon who plods over to them with food to eat, and Gengar then after. ]
... After you didn't need to stay at the apartment I had anymore, I didn't bother keeping it for much longer. Having a place all to myself didn't feel right, and I couldn't sleep in a bed easy those days. I just decided to keep camping like here. [ ... ] It was comfortable, having everyone out with me. You know, back home, it was either camping or spending a night in a pokémon centre. Hotels felt like a waste of money.
[ The food is a mix of vegetable-stuffed pies and quiches to cover everyone, from, pokémon, and the non-pokémon too (the porring siblings munch eagerly away at their food, with Myra not any quieter with the few raw vegetables available, skittering usually either next to Red or Lapras), and more than enough fruit bought from the farmers just about packing away for the ride back to their homes. It'd be good in the morning however, whatever wasn't eaten then. ]
You don't have to think about where you are out here. Everything's just... normal. The creatures do what they want like pokémon do, and I found places to hide away the stuff I didn't need with me. Myra got to learn how to live independently from me too. I didn't want to worry about anything happening to him if I ever [ ... ] if something ever happened to me.
[ There's nothing ominous about that, just a fact of life for non-natives where disappearing was a thing. ]