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[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.]