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?
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.
And while he waits for Ken, Miles tosses himself back so that he's lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
His mind was running a marathon on steroids. The nine months in Germany, the prosecutor that offered to let him be a apprentice, accepting that offer, finding out that he physically couldn't speak a word about anything he knew, his younger sister, who was now here, older. With a riding crop.
".....How long will it take you to get here, Mr. von Karma?"
Ken's back in a few minutes, followed by a nurse with food. He stands in the corner, deliberately sinking into the shadows as the nurser fusses over his friend.
Being fussed over by the nurse leaves Miles looking rather grumpy, and he lets out a tired sigh as she leaves, balancing the tray of food on his lap. During the nurse's stay, Pip had woken up, and he was now perched next to Miles, tiny tail wagging excitedly as Miles hands him some food.
Miles' gaze moves away from his Pokémon and to Ken, in his corner.
He shakes his head, not moving from the corner. "I didn't want to get in the way."
He can't exactly explain the lingering feeling of unease that Franziska had been right, and that maybe now that he'd returned home, Miles would no longer want him as a friend. Ken's survived alone for two and a half years. Thinking of being alone again shouldn't hurt as much as it... does. It's an unbearable feeling that he can't get rid of, despite trying to swallow it.
He pushes the tray to the side, Pip hopping back and scrambling onto Miles' lap as the trainer crosses his legs again, fixing Ken with a look.
"I don't know what Franziska von Karma said to you - knowing her father, I should be able to bet my life that it couldn't have been anything near polite. I'll message her tomorrow to speak with her, but first - what, exactly, did she say to you?"
"I told you. She called you a coward and kept trying to get me to wake you up. It wasn't anything important." Ken shrugs as he returns to sit in the spinny chair.
"Of course I know, and you know I do." For Miles it was nine months ago, but he still remembers the week he spent, watching a sleeping Ken. He looks away from Ken running a hand through his hair. "I'm not going back anytime soon."
He had to speak to Franziska, to find out what she said.
"...I was in Germany for nine months." He picks up the tray again, Pip nudging his food and yanking some of it for himself as Miles slowly eats as well.
He points his.. fork, at Ken, the pose taking away from his serious face. "Nine months won't change that you're still my best friend. I'll worry about you whenever I feel I have to."
He draws the fork back, stabbing down on a piece of vegetable - a pepper - and shoving it in his mouth. He chews, looking like he's contemplating what to say.
"I didn't spend much time outside.. Mr. von Karma made sure I studied a lot, and otherwise I was babysitting my sister."
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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"I promise."
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His mind was running a marathon on steroids. The nine months in Germany, the prosecutor that offered to let him be a apprentice, accepting that offer, finding out that he physically couldn't speak a word about anything he knew, his younger sister, who was now here, older. With a riding crop.
".....How long will it take you to get here, Mr. von Karma?"
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Miles' gaze moves away from his Pokémon and to Ken, in his corner.
"What's wrong?
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He can't exactly explain the lingering feeling of unease that Franziska had been right, and that maybe now that he'd returned home, Miles would no longer want him as a friend. Ken's survived alone for two and a half years. Thinking of being alone again shouldn't hurt as much as it... does. It's an unbearable feeling that he can't get rid of, despite trying to swallow it.
"You should eat."
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He pushes the tray to the side, Pip hopping back and scrambling onto Miles' lap as the trainer crosses his legs again, fixing Ken with a look.
"I don't know what Franziska von Karma said to you - knowing her father, I should be able to bet my life that it couldn't have been anything near polite. I'll message her tomorrow to speak with her, but first - what, exactly, did she say to you?"
What did she say to you about me?
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"You need to eat something."
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Miles tries to look at Ken without showing the hurt. "Right now, it doesn't look like you trust me so much."
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"I don't want you to fall asleep again."
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He had to speak to Franziska, to find out what she said.
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He leans back in the chair as Rom crawls back onto his lap, snuggling into his trainer.
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"...I was in Germany for nine months." He picks up the tray again, Pip nudging his food and yanking some of it for himself as Miles slowly eats as well.
He points his.. fork, at Ken, the pose taking away from his serious face. "Nine months won't change that you're still my best friend. I'll worry about you whenever I feel I have to."
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"... What's Germany like?"
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He draws the fork back, stabbing down on a piece of vegetable - a pepper - and shoving it in his mouth. He chews, looking like he's contemplating what to say.
"I didn't spend much time outside.. Mr. von Karma made sure I studied a lot, and otherwise I was babysitting my sister."
He pauses.
"It was very pretty, though. Kind of like here.."
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