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Who: Belphegor of Sloth (

belphe); Minamimoto Sho (

yoctogram)
Where: Somewhere enroute to Azalea
When: Backdated to middle of the night May 21st

Summary: Belphe finds herself unable to sleep and gets up to make travel arrangements for the next morning on her Gear. Sho, likewise, wakes up and momentarily flips shits because he thinks she's left again. The Burning Of The Clothes incident is discussed.

Rating: PG to PG-13. Might be a swear word here and there, I'm not sure.

Log: Somewhere after midnight, she had decided that they were going to fly the rest of the way to Azalea. The trip, by ground, would take them nearly a week, supposing they had good luck getting through the caves, and, after all that had gone on, Belphe had severe doubts the haphazard traveling party would hold together that long.

Zodiac and Eros would be up for the task of carrying the three of them, she was sure, and if they got started early enough...

Her eyes settled on her backpack a short distance away before she climbed out of the sleeping bag to claim her pokegear from the front pocket and settle herself beneath a nearby tree to bring up the map.

From here, the trip by air should only take them a few hours...five, give or take. They could be in Azalea before lunch, provided no further complications arose.

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She was quiet a moment longer, waiting for a pause in the rattling of his fingertips on his leg before speaking.

"I will not leave again." she assured, deigning not to press him or put him on the spot about his apparent need for her to stay. There was little point in it, after all...she'd known him long enough by now to realize that lying was not his style. In his own twisted way, he seemed to put certain value on honesty just as she did, even if it got lost at times in a miasma of equations.

"And, in trade, you will not do something so drastic without my permission again. Is that a promise?"

"I can't." Sho said after another minute had passed, "Sometimes...I get confused." It was as close as he could come to admitting that he wasn't in control during the worst periods, when he screamed and paced and built strange towers out of objects that belonged in the trash. "I'll try."

Well...it was a start, at least.

"That's all that I ask." she replied, allowing the beginnings of a smile to tug at the corners of her mouth. Anger was such an exhausting emotion to cling to...she had no idea how Satan-nee managed.

He slumped over at that, boneless as only a teenager could be, and rested his head against her shoulder. "I can promise to try. I do promise to try." Just don't leave again. I need you. I don't know why, but I do.

She allowed him to rest there, fingertips idly arranging and combing through some stray flyaways of silver hair that hung out from beneath his hat.

Her free hand, however, continued to explore the pokegear's map, manipulating it until she felt she had decided on a final route they would be taking come morning.

"You ought to rest." she told him. "I'd like to leave when the sun rises if we--"

She was interrupted by her backpack suddenly, seemingly on it's own, lurching onto it's side.

"May I stay here?" it was awkward, the first time he'd asked instead of just glomming onto her and forcing his presence, but he was still feeling off-centre and wary of making her angry again. Then he turned to blink at her backpack, tilting his head, "You got new eggs?"

"Not new..." she said, moving to get up to investigate. "Our Meowth eggs had arrived at the center. I had planned to give you yours when my shift was over before--"

Well...she didn't really need to bring it up again, did she? No. So, instead, she knelt to unzip it. Almost immediately, two cream-colored balls of fur rolled out, seeming to be deeply-entrenched in a tug-o-war over a game token.

Little fluffy kittens! And one of them was his. He didn't like people much, except as an audience, but kittens? Who could not be happy when they had kittens? Even Ele was a kitten at one point, although now he was so firmly in his pokeball that Sho wouldn't be surprised if he spontaneously ended up in the computer.

Which was one of those things that his brain kept shorting out on. He'd figure out the equations for how living things could be in the computer at some point.

Her eyes wandered from the kittens to Sho, and back again. It seemed nothing broke an awkward tension better than newborn pokemon.

"One of them is a different color." she noted. It was subtle, but one of them had a more pronounced golden highlight to their fur than its sibling.

"Yes." Sho agreed, holding his hand out to the two kittens. The golden one bumbled closer, bumping his hand and rumbling.

...Didn't matter which egg was technically Belphe's, Sho imprinted. It was obvious in the softness of his smile.

For her part, Belphegor wasn't picky. She had not laid claim to either of the eggs in particular, so did not protest allowing Sho first pick of the kittens.

The other seemed miffed that their game had been interrupted and took a general sniff in Sho's direction. ...nope. it didn't see what its littermate found so appealing. Just some human in a hat.

The baby meowth turned eyes on Belphe and bumbled in her direction instead, coin still firmly in its mouth. Maybe she had more of them...

Sho hefted his newest kitten and stroked it's head gently.

"⦡" he said contentedly, "⦡ is your name." Spherical Angle Opening Upwards.