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[familyproblem]

[Embarrassed but he can suck it up.]

Normally I'd be settling in for the night but you know how well that's going. So, no, I'm not busy.

[le_mat]

coming over

[familyproblem]

[Two of the most heartwarming words Gladion has ever heard, tbh.

Like in general not just right now.]

Porch light will be on

[And so it will. He'd offer to meet him at the bus stop or something but the whole rain and mud situation seems like it's not actually a hassle for a wet horse.]

action

[le_mat]

[Indeed, his kelpie horse form is built for this kind of weather- so he takes the bus out of town to save energy and just gallops the rest of the way. Once he reaches the porch he shapeshifts back, shaking off his boots and hair before trying the door. He'd rather not knock if he can avoid it so as not to wake the twins if they've managed to sleep]

[familyproblem]

[Emmet is nocturnal anyways and Ingo just vibes. Neither of them will make an appearance, though, because RP REASONS and also Gladion doesn't want to make a whole household production of this. It's casual.

The front door is unlocked! Gladion steps around the corner from the kitchen to check that it is Akira when he hears the door open.]

Were you thinking we'd be going outside, and are you staying overnight?

[Both things he thinks he should have clarified before Akira left, in retrospect.]

[le_mat]

Up to you. I left a note for Goro that I was going out so no issue if I stay out all night. Don't want you to get root rot from the rain, after all.

[familyproblem]

[He snorts hard enough to show that he receives that as a joke, but with this sort of tired expression that implies that might be a real concern. And draws back into the kitchen, where he's cutting some kind of meatloaf thing into little cubes.

Silvally is sprawled against the other side of the island, waiting for its cubes. It lifts its head enough that its crest peeks over the edge of the counter, and whistles a two-note hello.]

The rain is fine. It's the mud that's just gross. It was fun for one day, maybe.

[le_mat]

Hey Silvally.

[he considers trying to whistle back, but Gladion's comment distracts him]

I've been pretty lucky there. Even a bunch of Mers are getting stuck without legs in the puddles.

[meanwhile as a kelpie he has been thriving in the swampy conditions... outside the sobbing]

[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.]