005 ♖ [action for Nimbasa City]
[The day after his questionable holiday festivities, it isn't until after eleven that N finally begins to awaken from his drunken stupor. He's thankfully somehow managed to get himself to a guest room in Nimbasa's Pokemon Center (probably with help from his traveling buddies after he oh-so-conveniently passed out in the amusement park) and has hidden himself away under a blanket-- save for one arm dangling over the edge of the bed and one foot jutting out from beneath it, still covered by a green sneaker. His Zoroark and Growlithe sit beside the bed. Zoroark looks vaguely irritated, while Growlithe is resting his head next to N's arm and whining lowly in concern. It is that whining that makes N stir and move the blanket. Growlithe perks up and moves away from the bed, wagging his tail excitedly.
N surveys his surroundings with bleary eyes, squinting when he realizes just how disoriented he is. He tries to sit up but finds it exceedingly difficult; he gives up pretty quickly. The electric light of the room hurts, and he has to bring up his hands to shield his eyes.
Whatever he did last night is a blur. What happened? Where is he? Why does his head hurt? Is he... wearing a "Save the Wailords" t-shirt...?
Hearing another whine, he looks to his side.]
... Growlithe...? [Master N is alive! Growlithe can't contain his happiness! He barks in greeting. N yelps in pain and recoils, retreating back to the spot underneath his blanket.] Friend, p-please don't... [Growlithe tilts his head in confusion and... barks again, only slightly quieter. N groans pitifully and curls into the fetal position. Yeah, now might be a good time for someone to come in and explain what happened and reassure him that he's not dying.]
N surveys his surroundings with bleary eyes, squinting when he realizes just how disoriented he is. He tries to sit up but finds it exceedingly difficult; he gives up pretty quickly. The electric light of the room hurts, and he has to bring up his hands to shield his eyes.
Whatever he did last night is a blur. What happened? Where is he? Why does his head hurt? Is he... wearing a "Save the Wailords" t-shirt...?
Hearing another whine, he looks to his side.]
... Growlithe...? [Master N is alive! Growlithe can't contain his happiness! He barks in greeting. N yelps in pain and recoils, retreating back to the spot underneath his blanket.] Friend, p-please don't... [Growlithe tilts his head in confusion and... barks again, only slightly quieter. N groans pitifully and curls into the fetal position. Yeah, now might be a good time for someone to come in and explain what happened and reassure him that he's not dying.]