[from the look on Killua's face, he Does Not Like That. back home, he doesn't really believe in ghosts.... but also somehow, is kind of scared of them anyway. he hates the idea of that.]
Oh, are they...? I mean, I don't really know about stuff like that, [Killua concedes, shoving his hands in his pockets.] If they're like regular animals, that's probably true. It's not the Pokémon's fault, in Guzma's case.
[Killua's expression suddenly snaps into something irritable, just thinking about it.]
Tch, it's like that dude was tailor made to specifically piss me off...
[Blue chews on it for a minute, like he's deciding whether to explain. Ah, whatever, not like they were home anyway--] There's this old granny in the League that was my gramps' rival, back in the day, a Ghost-type specialist... I guess she was mad he quit training or something, but her Pokémon always used to tease me when the League would visit gramps' lab, hmph.
[Stupid Agatha!! He was so glad when he managed to send her sneaky little Gengar packing at Indigo Plateau.]
[He feels a little relieved when Killua agrees with him. Golisopod was a good boy, after all... Well, he didn't know the other ones well enough to say about them, yet, but in battle they were pretty impressive. Not that he'd ever let Guzma know that.]
Haha, right...... [And speaking of, Blue's thoughts on Guzma, by this point, were.... confused. He didn't know what to say to that- as much as he wants to flat out agree, after Guzma just grabbed him and cornered him about his injuries like that.]
[And yet, he'd come and pushed him to get out of the storm, and had talked to him, and listened... Just what was his deal, anyway??]
Whatever, let's not talk about that loser. What're you up to, other than laxatives?
Hmmm, [he says, pulling out a little wooden lunchbox to start packing it. press some rice from earlier down in the bottom, chop up veggies... it's a healthy lunch for sure. he even cuts the little sausages in a special way! mostly because he's pretty sure that makes them cook faster, but still...]
I can't make the fire hotter, unless you wanna eat some cremated garbage.
[Killua's eyes widen and he chokes on a little laugh. he recovers, smiling a little.]
Nothing, really. Training, I guess. [Killua won't mention anything as sentimental as the fact that he's been making a lot of friends with his new found free time...] Been thinking about picking up some work and move out of the new arrrival's complex—I think I'm finally over the emotional adjustment of showing up here, so I'm looking to keep myself busy, now.
[Emotional adjustment?? What's that] Training, huh. Me too. [With his Pokémon, of course- he was still sore about his losses here, and no way he was going to lose again. Not to that stupid smug Champion, and definitely not to Bug Boy. Stupid cheating magic rocks or no!!]
[Blue looks thoughtful at his mention of moving out and finding work, and a little troubled. Way ahead of what he'd gotten to.] O-oh, yeah? ...Where were you thinking you'd go?
I dunno! Anywhere that'll let a 14 year old hold a lease, I guess, [Killua says with a dry, wry smile, and he laughs darkly.]
I'm sure I can convince them if they don't want to... They've gotta make exceptions for people from different worlds. Not like my mom and dad are here to sign for me. Ha!
[Blue's brow furrows as Archie works, and what becomes clear to be a bento forms, and he petulantly turns his back and marches out of the room again.]
[This stupid old pirate wannabe.... Acting like his mom or something. Like he really cared. Like he wasn't just doing it because it's what adults are supposed to do. Pretend to care about kids.]
[He paces in the front room, working himself up a tiny fury, by the time Archie finishes.]
Y-yeah, that's true... [Blue quirks a nervous grin.] Everyone kept talking like it should be easy, so I guess if you tell them you're an Otherworlder they're supposed to let you lease just fine.
[Blue fidgets, plucking at a leaf that had dropped on his shoulder from the trees overhead. The sound of rushing streams is getting louder as they near the lake and the streams that feed from it.] Um, you thinking of living alone, then...?
[there's a pause. Killua's eyes are downcast, a moment. there's something he's been putting off confronting, but...]
I guess.
To be honest, I don't like living alone.
[it's embarrassing to admit, but he lived with Gon for years. then Alluka. despite being what he interprets as such a cold, broken person, he's so reliant on social bonds.]
[archie can tell something's off with blue, though being unable to read minds-- he can't tell exactly what. other than he's the cause of it, apparently.]
Here. [he says, holding it out. he didn't go too wild with it; it's very simple but nutritious. the sort of lunch he would've packed for himself on the job, when there wasn't time or space for fancy shit.] Do you need anything for your Pokémon?
[Blue's eyes widen a little, taken aback by Killua's change in demeanor. His mouth twists and he looks away, not wanting to make him even more self conscious, so for a moment.]
[Was he lonely? ...More than anything else, that makes Blue's heart ache. He hated being alone too, no matter how long he'd had to get 'used' to it, forced it even. Then again, maybe this was an opportunity, right?]
Well....... Everyone keeps bugging me to get someplace, too.... But I didn't like the idea, since my Pokémon need so much space to move around...
[He hesitates, and his face pinks a little, so he stays with his face turned away slightly.] But, I dunno. Maybe the places on the edge of town are cheaper to rent and a better spot, r-right? If you don't mind a spot like that, maybe you and I could...
[Golisopod would sit on him if he knew he was speaking such slander against his character. But he doesn't, so instead Golisopod is cuddling with Guzma.]
...I take it that means you wanna garden with me and Jill, huh? But! He likes anything, or I just haven't found something he won't eat. Gotta say though, he seems to really like spicy things, like your squad.
Pinsir's a lot like Golisopod, he'll eat anything he can get his grubby little hands on. But Masquerain and Vikavolt have dryer tastes, and won't touch anything remotely spicy, they're pretty picky, yo.
Scizor likes spicy, though. But he'll eat anything someone gives him, 'cos I think he wants people to think he's got manners or something. Heh.
[Oops, he's kinda rambling. He just, really likes talking about his Pokèmon in any capacity...]
...No. They're okay. [He hopes. He's been so worried for them, but they usually just hunt in the woods on their own anyway, or else he's been pilfering plenty of berries that Exeggutor can grow here and there.]
[Blue shuffles back towards the door, opening it- a light rain has already started up overhead of the cabin since he woke up, but it's a sign of what's to come. He hasn't really solved anything by coming here....]
[And now he doesn't know where else to go.]
[He thinks about giving his thanks, but he decides he has nothing to thank for, and instead just slips out the door and starts bustling away from the cabin.]
[Killua watches Blue through the corner of his eye as he wanders through his sentiments...
then lifts his head, blinking his wide eyes. his heart thuds heavily, face reddening in turn, just a bit. it’s flustering enough so many people have been so forward about wanting to be his friend, but to offer to room with Killua? he knows it’s partially to Blue’s own benefit, but he can’t help but be a little touched.
it’s wild. people actually, really, truthfully like him.]
Yeah, [Killua answers after a beat.] That... that sounds good.
[Blue listens to him ramble and a little grin slowly grown on his face, as much as he tries to fight it. ...Such a big bad guy, huh.... And here he was, gushing on and on about his beloved Bugs....]
What a nerd.... [Oops, was that out loud?]
Spicy and Dry, then. That works for my team, as well.
[Blue, flustered, didn't actually expect him to accept, and glances back over with his face still red. There's an awkward moment where they both just stare at each other wide-eyed and embarrassed before he breaks it and looks down, the grass suddenly much more interesting.]
....Ah, I still haven't figured out what kind of work I can do around here, though... [Quick, make the subject less awkward.] What were you thinking of?
Whaaatever! Information is useful, you should read more often! And I wanted to know for myself too, obviously. If you're gonna battle me with them.
[Speaking of...]
You won't next time. I just didn't expect someone like you to have those dumb super-whatever evolution rocks, like that Hoenn dweeb.... So don't get too comfy!
[He did promise battles in the future, didn't he...?]
[For a moment Blue frowns, and thinks about that. It was true Pokémon were used to help in all kinds of jobs back home, but usually a Pokémon adapted to their trainer's employment... Or someone caught a Pokémon because there was a kind of camaraderie in their skills, like a construction worker with a Rock type. Blue's team was all over the place; he had caught them for the wide range of uses they would have on his team and in the field, but 'in the field' he'd never had anything more than survivalist and camping in mind.]
[Not to mention, he didn't even know what his own interests were... Everything he'd ever done, he'd done because he was expected to...]
[Blue jolts out of his own thinking with a slightly horrified expression that he can't really hide.] H-hunting..!? You mean with that awful Beastmaster Guild!? [Blue stops, and clamps both hands on Killua's shoulders.] --Why!? They're the worst!
[He's just teasing as he do, but maybe it's a touch insensitive... Another thing he do.]
Never been to Kalos. Maybe some of them came to Alola, who knows. It ain't traditionally Alolan...
[He's just being cagey to be cagey. There was of course that pair of trainers from Kalos who seemed intent on sharing the keystones with people. They hung around the Battle Tree, and Guzma had made a habit of going there himself. One can only wonder where he might have gotten his...]
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