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Who: Ken and Youji
Where: Route 29--between New Bark and Cherrytown
When: Couple days after this post.
Summary: Old friends, reunited. Or something.
Rating: PG-13 at most, for Ken's foul mouth.

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Youji hadn't been making good time; whenever his arm started to cramp from cradling a tiny, pink-skinned midget, he'd set the Smoochum on the ground and tell her to walk. She seemed to understand 'walk' to mean 'jump in every snowbank in sight and attempt to kiss what you find underneath it.' The good news was that by the time each little episode was done, Youji's arm was rested enough to carry her a while longer.

The bad news was how slowly they progressed as a result.

"Are you quite finished?" he asked, while she scrambled up to sit on his shoulders like a toddler at a parade.

On the other hand, Youji rarely objected to slow progress. Effort was a hassle and time to think could be a blessing.

"Let's try not to delay any--dammit, quit that, I'm afraid you're a bit younger than my usual. Never mind the species gap

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It was getting close to nightfall, Ken thought--close enough that stopping to set up camp might be something of a good idea, whether Youji was close by or not. He'd managed to buy a tent with the pay he'd gotten from working at the Pokemart, and a few other supplies to make this roughing it thing a bit easier to deal with. But setting up everything in darkness, no matter if he continued on a little to find Youji or not, wasn't an idea Ken particularly relished

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Youji was blowing on his hands when Darling tugged on his pants leg. Wasn't sure how it happened, but one moment he'd leaned over, hair over his eyes, and when he'd looked up, twilight had faded into night proper.

"Fucking fantastic," he muttered. Another insistent tug, and he looked down at the little Smoochum. "What, not a fan of my language? I suppose get used to it, I have strong feelings about this predicament. None of them have to do with you, though."

In spite of himself, he was fond.

"This is definitely a case of it being me, not you. I suppose you didn't ask to get stuck with me, either, right? Makes me wonder if there isn't someone else out there who's missing you...?"

Youji felt better when he could listen to the sound of his own voice, and better still when it wasn't directed at bad memories or tufts of air.

"Well, either way, I suppose I'm the knight errant and you're my charge until this is end--yes darling?"

Another insistent tug, an unimpressed "Smoochum," and she pointing at a campfire. A relatively close

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Ken rolled his eyes at the voice.

"About bloody time! I was about ready to give you up for lost and head back to a nice, warm, actual bed. And just so you know, I haven't gotten any better at lying."

...well, that was a lie in and of itself. He'd gotten quite a bit better at it, in fact.

"Might not be any secretaries over here, but there's heat, and I've even got a tent unless you want to sleep out under the stars."