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[Gladion is not frozen still. He's pulling off his hat and his scarf to expose his face completely, with small motions and still-shaking hands, and taking little strafing steps to circle around towards Akira, so that he's standing a little more between him and the Pokemon. He looks a little stricken.]

It's me. I look different, but it's me, buddy. [Gladion's voice is soft and strained, still shaking a little around the edges, as if he's fending off tears.] There's been - there's a lot that's happened. I know you don't - you've got to be confused. I'll explain everything, but it'll take a while.

[Silvally still hasn't moved a muscle.]

[gladion doesn't freeze but Akira absolutely does. His ears are pinned and his tendrils tremble with the need to flair up in defense. His muscles shiver and twitch with the deep instinctual need to shapeshift. He realizes he doesn't want to run, he wants to stomp. Both man and horse seeing all things predatory in Silvally and demanding he kill it before it kills everything he loves.

But he holds, he holds. He's fought bigger beasts in the Metaverse... yet his horse sense of smell can pick up all the dry musk of something so primally animal that no Shadow could ever properly mimic- it's not fully the same.

Still, it's enough to keep him still. Gladion has it, he has to believe that.]

[Still moving, until he's directly between the two - shielding Akira from Silvally, or the other way around. Gladion holds his hands out to his sides a little, demonstrating empty hands, showing it's just me.]

I was fused with something. That's the short version. It's been - four months, until I could...

[And now, the doubt yawns wider, as he trails off. He shouldn't have done this after all.

Whatever expression he wears makes Silvally crouch in place a little and make a quiet rasping sound, clearly overwhelmed and uncertain. Slowly, very slowly, it reaches forward with its neck - and sniffs, loudly and tentatively.

Just as slowly, broadcasting his movements before he makes them, Gladion moves his hands out in front of him and takes a step forward.

Another step.

Silvally creeps forward, too.

It sniffs at his hands, and its feathers flick and ruffle with its rolling fear/confusion/concern. Glances up at his face.]

It's me.

[And there's a moment a few seconds after that that's obviously the moment it all clicks for the creature; it settles its weight back and lifts its head and its feathers don't smooth out completely but the fear of immediate danger melts out of it because it trusts what Gladion is telling it.

It whistles a pained upward slide that sounds, emotionally, very much like what the fuck happened to you?? and bonks him in the chest, with his nose, hard.]

Oof!

[Then hooks its chin over his head, as Gladion, too, breaks tension and reaches up to ruffle its feathers, which turns into hugging its neck, and he's going to do that for a moment while he bleeds off some adrenaline and continues trying not to cry.

It shuffles its foreclaws forward in the dirt to return the hug a little better, presses its chin down against Gladion's temple, and with a soft, uneasy gurgle, takes the opportunity to look around behind him a little more.

What the fuck is going on.

Its eyes land on Akira again. It blinks at his face. It blinks down at his legs for much longer.]

[and once Gladion is petting and hugging it Akira loses much of his tension too- not all, but most of it.

He eyes Silvally in return, wondering if it sees him as a human or another pokemon- must be confusing. But if Gladion talked to it like it can understand he will too]

I'm like him- this place does it. Made me like a... Mudsdale?

[that was the horse-like Pokemon Gladion mentioned right? The mud vomit one]

[Fweet? it says, and squints at him.

Gladion coughs (not crying. definitely not.) and starts to detach.]

Not exactly. [Almost some humor in there! He reaches up to rub Silvally's neck as he takes a step back. And a deep breath. And - whoof, like he'd intended to say something else there but couldn't figure out what.] There's a lot to explain.

[Fwit (to the tune of "that's okay").]

[Gladion turns so he's not standing directly between them anymore; he looks tired, but not tense anymore, not quite smiling but also not quite frowning. Relieved, certainly, though not completely untroubled. He's keeping up contact with Silvally, whether by continuing to run a hand through its feathers or by sort of leaning against it, his side bumping its shoulder.]

This is Akira. He's, [looks at Akira for a moment here, very conscious of whatever words he's about to say, but perhaps less than he would be around anyone but Silvally:] trustworthy. Don't bite him. [Small huff. Silvally tentatively sticks out its neck again (birdlike) and sniffs at Akira with its odd metal nose (unbirdlike).]

[the pokemon is very surreal in how it moves, but again his experience with Shadows helps here- he's seen equally as weird. Though the Shadows always had a dream-like aspect to them. Silvally, for all it's mitchmatched-ness, moves like a real living thing. He offers his hands for it to sniff like he would with a dog or cat]

It's bigger than I expected.

Animals seem to run small. [Silvally says mrg? in the midst of its sniffing. Gladion leans against its shoulder again.] Part of the explanation. [Alrighty then. It sniffs Akira's hands, then takes another two steps forward - still tentative, but in more of a socially-cautious way than a nervous-about-Akira way, gently probing at his personal space before getting up any closer - and sniffs at his hair. From a polite distance.

(Gladion is sort of alternating between watching the interaction and staring off at nothing with that vibe of relieved exhaustion, taking the opportunity to just fucking relax for a moment and put some thought into the logistics of the next...day, perhaps.)]

[He smells distinctly of human-animal-plant-salt, but doesn't seem to mind it, actually laughing a bit]

The ones you see in a city, at least, yeah.

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[Clicks its tongue and steps back again, still mystified but content with what it's observed for now! Now it needs to sniff Gladion a little more thoroughly and try to figure out what the fuck is going on with his hair.

Gladion closes his eyes for a moment, aggrieved (friendly).]

And at the zoo, and out in the woods. I know about bears and cows. Animals still run small on average. [...opens his eyes] What were you expecting?

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How big do big pokemon get?!

And more like- [He guestures to a big dog, around his hip]

[Flatly:] Bigger. [At another tongue-click from Silvally, less flatly:] No, Silvally is a pretty big Pokemon, but it's also not too unusual in that. That's [nod at the gesture] low-middle range. It's like...the bell curve is steeper than it is for animals, I guess. Way more species in the shoulder-height range. Big generalization there. Bugs are definitely bigger across the board, though, on par with the distribution in mammals. [Silvally's fussing at his hair has become biting of his ponytail. The tie comes off. Gladion is now officially disheveled.] -Hey.

[He blinks at the bugs part]

That's... terrifying

[Shrugs at him! While Silvally blinks at him, and then glances down, and carefully lifts one insectoid foreclaw to slowly click click it at him.]

There are thousands of bug animals living in any given wall, or whatever. [that is not the fucking statistic, if any such statistic exists, but we are just vibing] That's disturbing.

...okay, fair. We try really hard not to think about that.

[He huffs at them both, feeling distinctly like he's being teased]

[Another click-click is interrupted by Gladion reaching across Silvally's front and bapping those razor-sharp claws on the less razor-sharp side. Boo, hiss! But Silvally puts its foot back down.]

Right up until they fly up your nose. [(Silvally is squinting in what are you two FUCKING talking about-) And Gladion tips his head back against Silvally's neck, his own grass-hair smooshing out in every direction. Breathing out...] ...We need to get home. I need sleep, you need to meet the twins...I could've left a better note. [Glance at Akira] Were you going somewhere? Thought you were diurnal.

Usually yeah, but I haven't been sleeping well, so I was trying to clear my head. Are the trains still running? I can give you a ride unless-

[he looks at Silvally. It looks big enough to ride but he's not sure if it's trained for that or if Gladion would want to ask it that right after arriving.]

Buses are. [Also looks at Silvally. It's squinting and trying to decipher "I can give you a ride", until Gladion looks at it so it has to look back.] It's somewhere around thirty minutes at a run, and there's roads to follow. Nothing aggressive along the way. Low light, though. [It tilts its head, considers, and whistles a quiet pair of notes.] S'alright. [Another gentle head-bonk against its neck, and Gladion steps away to go retrieve its Pokeball from where it's been lying on the ground. He looks back at Akira on the way.] If you do, you can sleep over if you need to.

[Which is a "yes, or I can take the bus if it's a hassle".]

A good run might help, honestly. And I might take you up on that- you set up that spare room after all.

[He nods towards Silvally]

As long as shapeshifting won't scare it too much?

[Longer confused whistle?]

[Having found and grabbed the ball, Gladion shakes his head a little while standing back up and then gestures to Silvally to back up a bit.] Give him some space. [Which it does, backing up a good two yards and watching intently.]

[And Akira transforms into his horse form, knickering excitedly. His tendrils, now extending some from his mane, some from his tail, wiggling actively]

Here we go. Have any riding experience?

[Silvally whistles sharply. And then again! Gladion! Are you fucking seeing this shit?!]

On a horse, no. [Walks back to Silvally's shoulder, pats it (yes i am fucking seeing this shit), raises the Pokeball, waits for any objection - and then with a Sound Effect and a shimmer, Silvally is gone.

Or, rather, Silvally is in the ball, visible in miniature through its transparent top, if one were close enough to see that. Gladion wraps his hand around it for a moment, like a quick parting hug, then puts it in his jacket pocket and approaches Akira. Kind of eyes the distance to his back, pauses a few paces away, then bolts-and-jumps, planting his hands on his back and swinging a leg over. It's not quite a clean maneuver, but there's some kind of practice behind it.]

[he whinnies, not used to a rider, but between Gladion's experience riding something and his tendrils being there if bracing is needed, he's secure enough]

Wow, real cowboy shit right there. Impressive.

Pokemon trainer shit. [And his own vines. If there's no objection, he's just gonna go around and loop those loosely around Akira's neck and chest, just enough to keep himself from jolting all over the place.]

[He doesn't mind at all- in fact this makes him feel more secure in going faster. He paws the ground a bit before walking, quickly picking it up to a trot.]

I think I know which way to go, but let me know if I go off course.

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