Lover to Lover

[matini]

Who: Mom Lalonde, Valeria, Bro Strider
Where: Cerulean City (I believe)
When: April 11th or whatever
Summary: Mom's pretty concerned about these two, so she's doing the comfort rounds.
Rating: idk, G? PG? M for Strider?
Log:

Bro

[Mom's suspicions that something's wrong in paradise started when Val texted her while drunk. After that, she's been keeping an eye on Val, and only grows more worried. And there's definitely something wrong. She's constantly inebriated, yes, but that makes her neither blind nor stupid.

She's patient, though. As patient as she is with a skittish kitten. If there's one thing she's learned, it's that people tend to talk only when they're ready to face it themselves.

However, after a while, she sees that it mostly has to do with a certain Strider. Curiouser and curiouser. Mom keeps something of an eye on Bro, too, to be cautious. She loves her friends dearly and she wants to help them put things right. The snag is that she has no idea what's even going on with those two, and as such she can't help them.

Mom sighs, a little frustrated. The knowledge of her death and Val's ignorance of it is also weighing heavily in her mind, but it's as if the Pokemon version of Fate keeps preventing her from actually sitting down to talk to the woman about it! There's no way she can bring it up now, not with this emotional tension.

Still. There's one person she can go to for advice on the subject, and she's going to find him right now, two bottles of good beer in hand.]

Valeria

[After her conversation with Bro, Mom is out on the hunt for Val. She'll find her no matter how long it takes.]

Comments

[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro's been pretty tight lipped ever since his... Argument? He isn't even sure if you could really call it an argument in the end. But either way, he's been tight lipped ever since the thing with Val. He's tried being optimistic, even if the two of them haven't really spoken since then. She needs time, he knows that much. So he's just... had no choice but to give it to her.

So instead of dwelling on it, he's just thrown himself into work and training. Probably a lot harder than normal. He's working the maximum amount of hours a week the Pokemon center in Cerulean allows him, and training the rest of the hours away. He gets the bare amount of sleep required for his body not to shut down on him. It's easier this way. Easier than thinking about feelings and shit.

He's been so caught up in it that he's pretty much neglected Mom. Then again... There's a reason for that, too, he supposes. The fact that this whole situation has made it even more apparent that he really does like her. Which just makes the thing with Valeria that much harder, because... He can't deny that there's something there for Valeria, too. Sleeping with her was supposed to be meaningless, but it... Ended up being far more than that.

So it's easier to just fucking not deal with people at all. Especially here, when he can literally keep himself busy all day by training and working.

As luck would have it though, Mom can find him in his room, taking a short break before he decides to head back out for more training. It's mostly just a quick meal of a sandwich and some soda. He isn't expecting any visitors, so when he hears the knock on the door, he's a little surprised. Breathing a small sigh, he heads over to the door and opens it--]

Lalonde? What're you doing here?

[when_turks_fly]

[ It probably won't take that long to find her given that Valeria isn't trying to hide. Were she trying, it would be another story entirely, but she isn't. Even if she'd thought to, she just doesn't have it in her to put the effort in and they haven't been in Cerulean long enough for her to find and get comfortable enough with and in a new private place. It's that coupled with the fact that her room was right there after she left Bro's that she's curled up in bed with her covers drawn over her head and a certain dark orange smuppet hugged tightly to her chest, trying her utmost to keep the waterworks turned off because she's tired. No, she's exhausted, if not close, and still thinking, still feeling. She can't sleep for it and the throbbing in her head despite Guy the Riolu's attempts to comfort her.

Guy, who perks when he hears familiar footsteps outside the door. Valeria scarcely notices, gloved fingertips gently massaging her temples in an attempt to alleviate the pressure there. She just wants to sleep the rest of this day away. Maybe the month. Sleeping the rest of the month away is beginning to sound really good right about now... ]