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Comments

[sociallychallenged]

I sure as hell hope not. Can you imagine Reed here? Given a cute furry animal? I can't decide which is worse. That or someone giving him a death zappy tuning fork thing like you got. [He motions at it, before adding a-] No offense. [That he actually says to the Magnemite, not to Connor, and he gives it another pat. Connor's is good.]

[He never really interacted with Markus or North, he doesn't know them. They're not among the first names to jump to mind.]

[plasticasshole]

Perhaps both. You can catch pokemon here, too.

[Detective Reed with an army of pokemon... no doubt he'd use them to bully and intimidate people.]

We should go catch one. That's what we're supposed to do, right?

[sociallychallenged]

Uuuuh... technically. From what I remember... [...of the fucking card game he played when he was twelve. He always sucked at video games. But the cards he could do.]

[But he just got this dog and he doesn't want to fight his dog against anything. Because, he doesn't know... seems sort of- Come on, it's a dog...]

You gotta fight stuff with yours to make it weaker. [And Hank, when it comes down to it, has a gooey marshmallow center about many things that do not include birds.] But if you wanna give it a shot, I'll come along.

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is pretty confident he can do it right now at least, but we'll see how he feels when actually presented with striking animals with lightning. Ones that aren't attacking Hank, anyway. He starts off towards Route 29, assuming Hank will follow.

And after some walking in the grass, an Espurr appears. It's kind of creepy, actually, but Connor decides he wants to catch it. Only, tackling it with a sphere of metal does seem a little mean. The Espurr, weakened, goes into the ball easily. Connor just frowns at it as he picks it up.]

Well, that didn't feel very good.

[Pokemon is brutal.]

[sociallychallenged]

[Hank was actively trying to scare something out of the grass as they were walking by being loud. He's not sure how this works, but it seems like that's the way you're supposed to find Pokemon. Right? Fuck if he knows this shit. Wierd... send your children on walkabout to learn to cockfight society. Sure. Sounds like a good plan.]

[Unbidden, his mind has a moment where he considers that if Cole had survived he'd be of strange child walkabout cockfighting age, and he hates that his ruminating brain just did that to him.]

[But then there's this little furry thing, that's both cute and creepy, and just before he can really take in what it is, Connor's Magnemite squishes it. Not that it killed it, but the culmination of events cause him to hold his head for a second.] Well, looks like you got one.

Are we going to have to keep doing this? [Because that was not pleasant to watch.]

[plasticasshole]

[He moves away from the grass and lets out the newly caught Espurr from its pokeball, reaching out to pet it.]

I'm sorry.

[The Espurr seems happy to be petted, if still a little dazed. Connor picks it up and holds it in his arms, looking over at Hank.]

I think that's the point, but we can wait a little while.

[Because Connor isn't sure he wants to keep doing that, either.]

[sociallychallenged]

Yeah, that might be for the best-

[But his thought is interrupted by that pidgey. That same goddamn pidgey, who is coming back for round 2. But this time Tubbs is ready to take it down with a blast of fire. And that leaves Hank looking at it. He's got a pokeball. This would be easy. He could to it.]

[He doesn't want it at all. Not even in the slightest.]

...So you want a bird, Connor?

[How shitty would it be of him to leave a dazed bird out in the middle of a grassy knoll?]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is still holding the Espurr in his arms, just looking at the slightly scorched bird on the ground.]

It really doesn't like you.

[He puts the Espurr down and uses a pokeball to gather up the defeated Pidgey.]

I have to name all of these, don't I?

[He hasn't even named his Magnemite, yet. He doesn't know what to call it. He's never had to name anything before.]

[sociallychallenged]

Unless you want to go with RK800-B, RK800-C then yeah you should probably eventually name them.

[Which, he knows, isn't easy. Tubbs was a tough name to come up with.] You'll figure it out. I don't know what the hell I'm gonna do after I get some more of these things, either.

[He's only got so much imagination, contrary to his post-it note adventures.]

[plasticasshole]

Perhaps I should name the Pidgey Reed. Because of how much it hates you.

[Would that be insulting to the pokemon, though?]

I hope I get a dog pokemon one day.

[He smiles to himself at the thought of having a dog of his own.]

[sociallychallenged]

[Hank snorts at the name choice but doesn't argue with it.] Feathered rat suits the bastard... [He can see it.]

[But, more kindly, he says-] You'd be a good dog owner. [High praise from Lt. Anderson happening, there.]

Alright, I'm getting out of the fucking grass. Getting stickers up to my fuckin' knees. [He means sticky grass seats, burrs, and he's not wrong. He's finding all of them. More than poor Tubbs is, which means someone's going to need a brushing.]

[plasticasshole]

[Well, it looks like the Pidgey is called Reed, then. Poor thing.]

Thank you.

[He steps out of the grass too, though he does pick up his Espurr first, and his Magnemite just floats along behind him.]

Lieutenant? Why do you hate birds so much?

[He has never asked this before, and it seems relevant.]

[sociallychallenged]

I don't know. They just cover stuff in birdshit and smell bad and they don't have expressions. They have one little beady eye that stares hatefully at you or the other little beady little eye that stares hatefully at you but they can't manage both at once.

[Hate him with both eyes, thank you!]

And they leave feathers and they're noisy.

[He's going to brush at his legs a few times to get some of the clingers off before giving up and deciding to worry about it later.]

[plasticasshole]

I don't think they look hatefully at anyone.

[But he's not really equipped to help people deal with self-diagnosed phobias.]

Well, maybe Reed does. But there's always an exception to the rule, isn't there?

[He just happened to catch the one legitimately hateful bird. Go figure.]

[sociallychallenged]

I can't fucking believe it. I got you all full of yourself by getting over androids because of you and now you want me to give it up for birds, too. Way to push your luck... [He laughs a little at his own stupid joke.]

So... with the whole human thing. There's nothing you're afraid of, now?

[plasticasshole]

[He has to admit, he is pretty pleased with himself for winning Hank over. Getting Hank to like birds when one just attacked him probably isn't going to happen, though. He tilts his head curiously at the question.]

Is there something I should be afraid of, now that I'm human?

[something that he wasn't afraid of before? What are humans afraid of?]

[sociallychallenged]

Hm. I guess you might need something to happen to you first. That's usually where a lot of phobias come from. That and sometimes things are just... I don't know. A little unnatural.

Like how pigeons look at you. Some people don't like how spiders move. Like that.

[He gestures as he explains, and thanks heaven when they reach pavement in the quaint little vacation looking town.]

[plasticasshole]

Oh. Well, no. I haven't experienced anything like that yet.

[He hopes it stays that way. He doesn't want to have to deal with a pointless fear that slows him down.]

Should we get some food?

[He's hungry, he realises. That unpleasant empty feeling is bothering him again.]

[sociallychallenged]

You found food you're willing to get brave with, yet? [He's sounding pretty hopeful. He wants to see Connor's first adventures with junk food. He will be absolutely broken-hearted if he misses that.]