route_1065 | before I was an orphan boy...

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before I was an orphan boy...

Who: little!Sion, little!Ryner, and their collective Pokemon
Where: their house in Ecruteak
When: May 12, during Time Crisis
Summary: what happens when two little boys wake up in a mysterious house together with a few dozen mysterious (and confused) critters
Rating: let's go with PG because they are tinies but, well, this is still LOLH
Log:

It's strange to fall asleep in your own bed and wake up in one twice the size that you know isn't your own, in an unfamiliar room.

It's perhaps even stranger to wake up in that bed to find another unknown child sleeping next to you in that bed.

And perhaps even stranger still, all the mysterious animals that maybe bear some resemblance to those in story books if you squint. Like the pink puffball. Or the two cats with scythe-like horns.

...But it's also strange, but it somehow feels like it's okay. Even if he can't explain why. So for now, he just blinks.

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"Okay."

Really, he's fine with whatever they do. It's still new to him either way, after all. And while he's still anxious about all this, he's a little excited, too.

"Then come on!" he says excitedly as he starts finally pulling himself up off the bed. Let's follow the pink thing, who is clearly going off to look for a ball for them.

He's supposed to follow, right? He's assuming he is, so he's sliding down off the side of the bed (carefully and still keeping an eye out for, well, anything) to do that.

Of course, the white creature follows him, leaping lightly to the ground before stepping over to position itself next to him.

He walks over to the door, and - just to be safe, because maybe Sion will be happier if he knows that nothing's going to hurt him - he takes a look out the door.

"Whoa," he can't help but say at the sight of a certain yellow spider in a top hat, idly spinning an artistic web in the hallway's corner. "Sion, there's a really cool spider out here!"

He trails along behind, still not sure what to make of this, though the creature trotting along at his side is oddly reassuring in a way.

"... Is it big?"

Even asking that much takes a lot of nerve and initiative for him.

"It looks like it's probably the size of my hand! It's bright yellow, too! Look, look!" He points in the spider's direction.

Spiders are more scared of you than you are of them. Why would he ever dislike them?

Fine, he'll come take a look, if a bit hesitantly. Though really, any reluctance he has has nothing to do with the idea of spiders. But in any case, he steps up to the doorway to take a good look.

"Spiders are supposed to have eight legs, it only..."

Oh, wait, he probably shouldn't say something like that, should he. It's not his place to try to correct a noble, after all.

"Really?"

If Sion is expecting him to get angry at the correction, prepare for the opposite reaction. If anything, he takes a closer look.

"...Huh, you're right. But it's definitely spinning a web, right? So it's gotta be a spider... Maybe it lost them?"

That would be sad, if it were true.

Well, that's a relief, at least, though he can't be sure just yet whether or not he was just lucky that the strange spider-thing is proving such a good distraction.

"I don't know..." Well, he doesn't think that's the case, but he's still not confident enough to volunteer that opinion. "I've never seen animals like these before."

"Neither have I," he says, with a hint of wonder in his voice. "None of Dad's books have anything like them."

Well, in pictures, anyway. He hasn't been allowed to look at most of the ones without pictures, so he doesn't know for sure, but still.

Are they really all right to be around...? he wonders but doesn't ask aloud. The strange spider-thing aside, a glance into the room below reveals more, stranger creatures. Huge birds of prey and enormous snakes, and other, less identifiable creatures.

If he weren't already nervous about the whole situation, he would be now.... but even at that, sheer, childlike curiosity wars with that caution.

Honestly? He would probably be scared himself by now, in most circumstances. But that strange feeling that everything is okay is still there, and there's no real reason to question it.

Right now, though, he decides to let the mystery spider-like critter be and look for where the pink thing went. "Maybe it went down the stairs," he comments, wandering over towards them.

In many ways, that strange feeling of comfortable familiarity almost makes him more nervous. Nothing pleasant has ever come for him in his brief experience, no matter how good it seemed on the surface. Not unless it was from his mother, at least.

So he trails behind wordlessly, following mostly because that's what he seems to be expected to do, one hand clutching a fistful of the white creature's fur while he stares wide-eyed at everything.

Halfway down the stairs, of course, there is another encounter - this time, with a black inky thing! It is carrying what looks to be a mask, which is being used as a tray for some kind of hot drink. Maybe tea?

(And Marian kind of freezes, because oh is this why Rose ran past and looked upset but didn't say anything. What even.)

He freezes, almost mid-step, himself, not at all sure what to think of a strange black shape that floated. Stories of ghosts flicker through his mind, but everyone knows ghosts aren't real... right?

He, also, isn't sure what to make of it, though ghosts aren't quite on his mind yet. After all, it looks kind of like a bird, right?

"What are you?" he asks the inky thing, which kind of squeaks and floats a little backward, shyly. (Seriously, what do.)

Birds have feathers and beaks and wings though. And they don't float in midair like that.

Or carrying masks that serve as a tray for tea.

So he hangs back, hand still clutching the strange white creature's fur, watching to see whether this thing is something he should consider dangerous or not.

Yes, true, but this house has four-legged spiders and gentle scythe beasts and pink creatures that can write. It's not exactly normal, is the thing here.

Marian, who is woefully unprepared for this situation (why are they children???), gently moves the tea to a nearby table (not letting her mask go, nope, not right now especially) before grabbing a piece of paper and, after a little thought, writing, Would you like something to eat?

When in doubt, cook.

Was it asking him? He's not sure how to respond, or even whether he should respond. He glances at Feruna, then back at the strange, floating inky creature.

"I'm fine..." he says simply. It should be a safe answer, even if he really is a little hungry.

This child, of course, has picked up by this point that Sion is uncomfortable asking for, or even being offered, anything for himself.

...But the truth is, he can't remember when he last ate, himself, to be honest, and he kind of has to wonder if Sion remembers, considering that they're both here in this mysterious house. So if Sion won't ask, he will for him.

"Is it okay for us to have something?" Hopefully that will ease Sion, too, if explicit permission is granted.

For her part, Marian nods. And then adds, I can make cookies.

At this point, while still no less concerned, Dusk's initial worry has at least shifted back from the forefront of her mind. Which means she can now properly notice things, like her partner's nervous grip on her fur, the uncharacteristically meek manner...

"He's hungry," she says. "I don't think he's had much to eat."

At least, if one were to judge by his slight build, even for a kid.

Oh dear... That won't do at all. Marian doesn't write that, it's a response to Dusk, but the tea is forgotten as she flits away to the kitchen, beckoning once for the others to follow but mostly focusing on recipes that are quick, filling, a child would like them, we have the ingredients...

The boy, blinking once or twice, supposes, "...I think it wants us to follow?"

"I guess so..."

This is all so strange and he feels so uncertain about everything, though. Usually he can figure out what the 'correct' response or action is; right now, he isn't sure at all.

Johto is a strange place, isn't it.

A little unsure himself, he leads the way the direction the ink creature had floated, into the kitchen, where said ink creature presses some numbers on a mysterious box that begins to hum, before flitting over to a cupboard for something or another.

"What's that...?" he wonders aloud. What kind of box hums and glows, how, and for what purpose?

He's definitely staring quite a bit, himself.

"Magic...?" he wonders, albeit so quietly it's hardly more than a whisper. Though he's certainly never seen magic like that, even so.

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