Jun 27, 2010 19:14
(several months/a few years down the road, after Green's 'adopted' Zeke...)
Zeke could admit that somewhere along the line, he sort of got used to living with a roof over his head. Sort of.
He still hunched when he walked, kept to himself, and generally disliked most of whoever came by. But he did tend to use a few more words (though some of them were just curses,) and had gotten used to Eevee.
It wasn't as though he looked forward to anything, though. Including baths.
Especially baths.
Zeke sat in a corner of the room, hunkered in the corner of the wall and the couch, freshly clean and feeling a little better, though he'd never admit to it, and wearing clothes that were slightly too big, cinched around his scrawny waist with a belt. He was feeling rather bored, and Green disallowed his pokémon out of their pokéballs in the house.