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[familyproblem]

What a nightmare. [Said with feeling. Yikes! Fucking sucks for them!!] Let's not go outside if we don't have to, then. [...] Snacks are stocked if you want any.

[Gladion doesn't. This is, as mentioned, his wind-down, which doesn't generally involve eating. The way he piles the cubes onto a plate and wraps the Meatloaf Thing back up for the fridge has an air of habit about it. His tail vine is motionless on the ground, running in a long loop around the whole kitchen island that starts to unwind when he walks back around it towards the table. Silvally heaves itself upright and follows. It's tall enough seated to eat off the table, and so it does; Gladion sets its own evening snack down, and it sets about delicately plucking cubes off the stack to snap down.]

[le_mat]

[Akira nods and gives a thumbs up. For as much as he'll chatter when conversation is lively, at times like this he can be shockley quiet, not one to push conversation mindlessly.

He doesn't say anything as he watches Silvally eat, but his eyes are wide and his hand covers his mouth with what is hilariously clear delight. If he had his phone he'd be taking pictures. What a gentleman!!! Cute!!]

[familyproblem]

[Just shakes his head ever so slightly because he agrees that it's cute but on principle he needs to be opposed to people objectifying his Pokemon.

Gladion's also sort of hyper-aware of the context of this visit, and of how he now doesn't have anything to pretend to be focusing on in lieu of what they'd just earlier been talking about. He watches Silvally start to eat, then gives its shoulder a casual pat and steps away.]

We can go upstairs, or stay down here. There's not too much to do at this hour. [They have the household game cabinet, as always. Less anything that would drag on too long. He's put away all of his own things for the night already, though.]

[le_mat]

You don't have to entertain me, I decided to come over, right?

[familyproblem]

[...Half-mumbles something that sounded, tonally, like it might have been a grouchy protest, except that it was too mumbled to have any distinct words in it.]

Then, [he sighs, and shrugs one arm at the room in general, and doesn't finish his sentence. Then?? Not to be ungracious about a visit, but what do you want to do, man, idk.

Gladion at a loss is an awkward sight. He drops his hand, and considers the couch himself, and just...kind of...stands there for a few seconds, not moving at all. Then he...turns that way, seeming uncertain and a little stiff, and heads that way.

And sort of collapses on the couch. It's not uninhibited enough to be called a collapse, but there's this air about it like in Gladion's heart it was anyways.]