JUNE CATCH-ALL

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Who: Flowey, Shoka, Possibly YOU!
What: A meeting, a reunion
Where: Oran Berries Spire and Training Grounds
When: Nebulously June
Warnings: Added as needed. Likely discussion of nightmare coma.


a. do or do not (for flowey)

[This body frustrates him more than he'd care to admit, as if Dark Heart is in the habit of admitting to anything. It's small and fallible and, what's more, doesn't have the capabilities of power that he's used to. All in all, it's made him rather disinclined from trying. What few quests he's taken on have been ones he can coast, watch the others do the heavy lifting while he reaps the rewards. Any effort toward bettering himself physically feels like admitting defeat, that this is all he can ever be. Dark Heart has been sticking to observing the other Pokemon as they train, watching as if above it all (god willing).

Today is different. Today he's trying-- a deeply embarrassing, shameful venture. To exert oneself is to prove that you care, just enough, and that's something no one should see. Dark Heart is practicing under cover of night, trying to land a heavy blow as consistently as possible. If he does this enough, it might just look like this came easily to him.

So it perhaps vexes him to go from Watcher to Watched. By the time Dark Heart realizes he's not alone, he's fallen face-first into the dirt.]

You-- [Cough, spit--] show yourself!

b. a familiar face (for shoka)

[If anyone's been spending a great deal of time near Dark Heart the past month, they might be shocked to realize that his bed is empty. Some Pokemon might not care (good for them), but other Pokemon just seem to give a shit after all, don't they? Funny!

Maybe said Pokemon is there to witness Dark Heart stumble back into his den, shaky on his feet. Or, perhaps, they would find him stumbling down the hallway, leaning against the wall for balance. No matter how you slice it, that Nickit is awake.]

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[telewarped]

You, dummy. And how you look like you've been passed the hell out for like a month? [Was it only a month, or was it longer?] Yeesh... You're still really out of it, aren't you?

[Should he even be here? Maybe he should still be at the Pokéclinic, getting another checkup and making sure he can at least walk... But he's been there long enough, she's decided, and he's already here anyway. She might as well get him to the dens.]

Ugh. Okay, just... [She shuffles closer, hesitantly, to offer him some support. It's awkward, especially considering how small she is, but the head of her disguise at least gives her some additional height and something soft to help keep him upright if he stumbles.] Lean against me or something, all right? Promise I won't let you eat floor.

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[The fact that it takes Dark Heart as long as it does to even think of a reply is evidence enough that he is still out of it. From that point of realization, the silence is intentional. All of the questions at the front of his mind feel silly to voice, so he pretends not to have them at all.

Dark Heart does as he's told, leaning against Shoka for support. He's not sure how it will feel, given that her disguise often has an unsteady quality to it, but it feels solid enough.]

Promises, promises.

[telewarped]

[Her disguise yields a bit under his weight, but shows no sign of collapsing. However, she does also snake out an arm to hold one of her ghostly hands at his front, just in case he shows any sign of tipping forward as they start to walk (or shuffle, rather, in her case).]

What, you think I can't manage getting your scrawny ass to the dens? How much of a weakling do you think I am?

[It's naturally slow-going, since she isn't large or strong enough to really carry him... But she's trying her best!]

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No. [Honestly she could probably take him out, not that he'd ever say that.] I just think you'd get a kick out of it.

[Is it more or less funny that he looks like a wadded up piece of paper right now?]

[telewarped]

Oh. [She snorts, then giggles.] Pfft—no, yeah, fair. I totally would. Bet you'd crumple like a soda can.

[... But she must either be lying or this moment must be an exception, because she shows no intention of dropping him. When passersby glance their way, she even shoots them a glare as if to say, The hell are you lookin' at? Keep walking.

Eventually, she'll manage to get Dark Heart to a den, then into the bed she remembers being unofficially his. There, she does drop him—gently.]

Okay. Easy—

[Or... at least she tries to be gentle about it. If his legs give out while she's trying to maneuver him into bed and he ends up just flopping gracelessly, unsupported, into it, she didn't mean it.]