And I've complained.

[miniworth]

Who: miniworth and usedrage
Where: Goldenrod City Pokémon Center
When: January 24th, 7PM
Summary: Miles wakes up, there is not enough drama, and he'll probably have Ken anger-facing about Miles' sister.
Rating: ...PG-13?

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[usedrage]

Ken had only allowed himself to close his eyes a few minutes prior, soon after his Pokemon had fallen asleep in the corner. Rom had fallen asleep in his arms, and as his head fell forward, the Minun's ears brushed his nose.

Groggily, at the sound of Miles' waking, he lifted his head. He blinked, twice, rubbed his eyes, and leaped to his feet (sending the chair flying back into the wall). He couldn't contain a grin of excitement, even though he knew that there was a good chance that Miles wouldn't be happy after this. But he woke up, he was okay. Nine days of worrying and (akldnfadsf), he was awake again.

"Miles-san!"

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Miles blinked, and blinked once more, groggily. His whole body, even his mind, felt heavy, like a weight that was dragging him lower and lower into the bed he was on, or back into the dark room in Germany he'd just closed his eyes in.

He licked his lips - dry - and his throat felt rather parched, as well. He swallowed before he spoke again.

"Ken."

Moving his hands, he made an attempt to sit himself up. It was difficult; his muscles felt weak, his body just so darn heavy as he pushed himself to sitting. The movement caused a dull ache to start near his temple, a dizzy spell as blood rushed through his veins as if it hadn't in days - and he closed his eyes momentarily before turning to his friend.

...Ken Amada did not look as if nine months had passed between their last meeting.

"What-- how long has it been?"

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Ken immediately scrambled to help him. "You shouldn't move." Nervously, hesitantly, aware that he would have pushed any assistance away himself, he supported Miles' shoulders with his hands. "You've been asleep for nine days. You're probably really hungry and thirsty--um--"

He looked back and forth in half a panic for the pitcher of water he'd replaced every day, whenever he'd felt it necessary. Romulus had already scrambled forward and began carefully pushing it closer to Miles' bed.

"Everybody's been really worried about you. You fell asleep, and..." Quiet, not letting go, he looks away. He doesn't want to admit that he'd been unsure that Miles would wake up.

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"Nine days?" No matter Ken looked the same.

Raising a hand, he placed it on Ken's shoulder. The fabric of the boy's jacket felt so familiar and comforting - rough, worn, much more familiar than the pristine coats he had to wear in Germany. He grasped onto the fabric, his eyes moving up to look around the room more. He spotted Pess, lying in a corner with the rest of the smaller Pokémon piled around her. They looked well, and Miles immediately knew that he had Ken to thank for it.

At his friend's faltering words, he offered a small smile.

"I'm back. I told you I'll be."

[usedrage]

"I didn't doubt you would." He stares pointedly at the end of Miles' bed, a little red. "I've been waiting here." He waves a hand in front of Miles' face... not to be annoying, or because he doesn't think he's paying attention, but mostly because he's worried and wondering if he's going to fall back asleep.

"Are you okay?" He doesn't specify, but it's obvious that he means in relation to home.

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Ken's waving hand causes him to blink again, and he shook his head quickly to rid it of its lingering grogginess. He didn't feel like he'd lose consciousness again, but he definitely still looked tired, eyes half lidded, staring at a spot on the wall across from him.

He was silent for a few seconds, but then he shook his head again, this time looking resigned, apologetic.

"Every time I tried to speak a word about what I knew, I couldn't."

He reached up, a hand to his throat, frowning.

[usedrage]

Ken's grip tightens on Miles' shoulders. "... You still have time." No matter what, Ken firmly believes this. Miles had time, Miles could change things. He had time... time that Ken never had

Finally, gently, he releases his friend's shoulders and pours him a glass of water. He takes a moment to return his spinny chair to the side of the bed before he sits down.

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An invisible hand would tighten around my throat and block even my breathing.

But he couldn't say that.

He had a feeling it had nothing to do with time, but taking the glass with a small thanks, Miles only nodded. He wasn't going to break any promises - and he had made a promise to change that miserable fate that awaited in his future.

"It's still January here, then." He had to get his bearings first. In Johto he'd only been asleep for nine days, whereas Miles had lived in Germany for nine months. The time gap was going to be difficult to get used to.

"Has anything new happened?"

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"I haven't been paying much attention." Ken swings his legs, gripping the seat of the chair, staring at his knees. "Merlin-san and Iris-san are here a lot." A few moments pass as he swings his legs more.

"... Someone was looking for you yesterday." He finally looks up for a second. "She seemed pretty upset with you. She kept yelling. She had a riding crop and kept snapping it at me."

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At the mention of Merlin - ...the future doesn't work like that - Miles's movements stop for a fraction of a second, but he immediately recovers, sipping the water with feigned calm.

The mention of the girl, though, makes him stop altogether, frown in confusion at the opposite wall, and turn to Ken with a very, very incredulous look.

"A riding crop." What.

[usedrage]

"Yes..." He goes back to staring at his knees. He'll do anything to avoid mentioning her last name. "She acted really entitled, and said she was my better. She kept trying to get me to wake you up, even after I said I couldn't.

She said her name was Franziska."

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The glass of water went unnoticed as it slipped from Miles' hands.

The expression on his face was that of shock, initially, and... hope? He definitely recognized the name, and Ken's description of her was--

...well. Quite disturbingly similar to the way her father acted.

"Franziska is here?"

The words came out a lot softer than he'd intended.

[usedrage]

Ken scrambles to get something to clean it up, before--

"... You actually know her?"

[miniworth]

A muttered "darn it" as Miles picks up the glass and pulls the blanket off, his expression turning to that of an awkward grin as he nods.

"She's my sister."

[usedrage]

A beat.

Another beat.

"Your sister?! She's a monster!"

[miniworth]

Miles' expression goes back to incredulous. A monster?

"My adopted sister. She is a bit spoiled, but I've never gotten a monstrous impression of her..."