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[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.

Will do. [God. He's tired. Before too much longer, he leans forward a little and braces his hands on Akira's neck too, just so he doesn't have to focus so hard on sitting upright.

He has so much to explain to Silvally. And to the twins. And Akira, probably. No more restless anxiety about it, just weight pressing down on him, steady and exhausting.]

...I didn't do the right thing tonight. Just hope it wasn't too far down on the list of wrong things.

What do you mean?

[Bringing Silvally here is all he can assume, but he can't say for sure]

Silvally isn't better off for being here.

Ah.

[as suspected]

Well, it didn't turn human, so it's probably safe from the Fog and E+Lias affecting it directly, at least.

But... if it's your partner, maybe it would be happier being here to protect you.

[he 'sighs', the projection of his human voice echoed by a small huff of breath from his horse body]

Though I'm a biased on this kind of thing, so don't take my advice too seriously. You can always just ask it, right?

[HUFFSIGH that sounds a little bit brittle.] Yeah. [As does that, despite a touch of forced confidence.] It's just...something I'll be thinking about.

[Since he knows how a Pokeball works and that Silvally could hear every word out of his mouth if it wanted to listen in, he's not eager to dig any deeper into that out loud, right here. Whatever else he's feeling, he's not unhappy to see his partner. He could never insinuate that.]

It's been a big couple of days at our place. [What with the fog.] Tomorrow...the twins probably won't need too much of an introduction. [Though he's still worried about Ingo.] I need to show Silvally around. Figure out if there's anywhere I should be careful letting it out... [pause, audible Feeling of a Groan] Figure out its diet. I don't know about the pet foods they sell here.

[One of his long-running work peeves.]

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