before I was an orphan boy...

[tearsofademon]

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.

Comments

[tearsofademon]

Satisfied that Sion has in fact taken some, he takes a bite.

"..."

It's. Different. But not in a bad way.

[dreamsofahero]

He takes a tentative bite as well. It's definitely different, yes, but it's tastier than some things he's used to eating, too, so it definitely isn't bad.

[tearsofademon]

After he finishes swallowing his first bite, he smiles and turns to Sion. "What do you think?"

There's a small concern that if he shares his opinion first, it'll color Sion's. So he'll ask before he says anything.

[dreamsofahero]

"It's good..." he says after a moment to consider. "I've never had anything like it before."

[tearsofademon]

"Me neither," he says with a big grin before taking another bite.

The inky thing gives a small sigh of relief. They like it! They're eating!

[dreamsofahero]

He wonders what this food is called... The individual ingredients are more or less familiar, but not the combination. He doesn't ask, though; the fact that he was being given food in the first place was impressive enough as it was, without him risking trouble by sounding like he's complaining or something.

[tearsofademon]

He doesn't ask what it's called either, though less because he worries that it's rude to, and more that it doesn't occur to him. What it's made of is far more important than what it's called, and what it's made of is good.

"It's really good," he tells the inky black thing in between bites. "Thanks so much!"

[dreamsofahero]

It must be nice not to have to worry about such things.... Though his attention is mostly on his food right now. Particularly, trying to eat it without making a mess and getting crumbs everywhere.