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[usedfuryswipes]

Who: Mamoru Takatori (deadfreesia), Ken Hidaka (usedfuryswipes), and Youji Kudou (coolest_cat)
Where: Middle of Route 29
When: Just after Mamoru's arrival
Summary: Picking up a friend!
Rating: Ken has a foul mouth. :< PG.

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[deadfreesia]

Mamoru was still not quite sure what to make of this hyperactive egg on feet. It never shut up. It always wanted to play. It was curious about everything. It kept trying to wander off the trail to explore, which was only causing further delays. And it really really really did not want to go into its Pokéball.

The end result was a very happy Togepi swaying its arms from side to side to the tune of its own trills while a far less happy Mamoru carried it and tried not to think about how long it was going to take Youji to stop teasing him after he bore witness to this indignity.

And speak of the devil. Mamoru could already see his two old friends in the ever-closing distance. He could already hear their bantering to each other like it had yet to stop from their conversation the day before.

And they, without his needing to utter a single word, could no doubt already hear him.

[coolest_cat]

Youji, with a newly-hatched Glameow sleeping on his shoulder, merely tipped his hat.

"And miss this thrilling scenery that I've already passed through once?" he asked innocently, the gleam in his eyes indicating that he knew damn well this was Ken's fourth time traveling between New Bark Town and Cherrygrove City--his fifth once they collected Mamoru and turned around. Which Youji was still rather reluctant to think, because Omi was Omi, and had never struck him as a Mamoru. Certainly not a Takatori, but, he supposed, six years was a long time and it was perfectly reasonable to assume that the quiet sadness he'd displayed during the initial call wasn't an indication that he was absolutely miserable from the choice

[usedfuryswipes]

Ken rolled his eyes as Ratty chirruped and clambered his way up to his favorite spot on Ken's shoulder, Omi the Sentret short behind him--thankfully the latter stayed on the ground, cautiously watching from a vantage point well behind Ken's legs. He was reconsidering the nickname already, wondering how Mamoru would react to his smallish namesake.

"It's a damn party with this guy, as always," Ken grumbled, watching Youji just as he was watching Mamoru. Ken already knew the story there, he just wanted to see how Youji reacted to it.

"Long time no see, mate. How'd the road treat you?"

[deadfreesia]

Togepi was already the king of the world riding in Mamoru's arms. He'd been sure for the entire trip that there was no way it could be more wonderful.

Togepi was wrong. Oh how he was wrong. Not one, not two, three new friends approaching from down the path. Togepi looked. He saw. The dancing and singing became cries of delight and outstretched arms flailing for him to be let down so he could meet these other Pokémon properly