[He's too close to being able to see her again, touch her again, to go and break his neck falling off a pokemon. It wouldn't kill him, but it sure would put a crimp on their reunion.]
I love you.
[Definitely not the first time he's told her that, and if he has his way, it won't be the last time she'll hear it in the coming days. He's gone too long without being able to tell her. He needs to make up for lost time.
Tre trip there is as chaotic as it promised to be. Armin doesn't take any neck-breaking risks, but its certainly a far cry from the more sedate pace he usually flies at. Instead, he pushes his flying pokemon to their limit, apologising against their feathers the whole way there. He switches between them too, allowing them some time to rest while the other flies, until he gets to the first city where he can take a warp, and take them he does. Thank god for dramamine because else he'd probably be too dizzy to do anything.
Finally, just the last leg of the journey remains, the last flight along Route 29 to New Bark Town. He directs Amadeus down when he spots the familiar shapes of the buildings, nearly tripping in his haste to get off his pokemon. For a moment he just stands there, wildly looking around until he finally spots a familiar shape.
Oh, she is so thin again, her hair choppy once more. And she is still the most gorgeous sight for sore eyes.]
Angel!
[Between the half a dozen warps, the way his muscles had locked up slightly during the flight and the tears blurring his vision, he stumbles more than he runs, knocking both of them over into the grass when he tosses his arms around her in an embrace.]
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[He's too close to being able to see her again, touch her again, to go and break his neck falling off a pokemon. It wouldn't kill him, but it sure would put a crimp on their reunion.]
I love you.
[Definitely not the first time he's told her that, and if he has his way, it won't be the last time she'll hear it in the coming days. He's gone too long without being able to tell her. He needs to make up for lost time.
Tre trip there is as chaotic as it promised to be. Armin doesn't take any neck-breaking risks, but its certainly a far cry from the more sedate pace he usually flies at. Instead, he pushes his flying pokemon to their limit, apologising against their feathers the whole way there. He switches between them too, allowing them some time to rest while the other flies, until he gets to the first city where he can take a warp, and take them he does. Thank god for dramamine because else he'd probably be too dizzy to do anything.
Finally, just the last leg of the journey remains, the last flight along Route 29 to New Bark Town. He directs Amadeus down when he spots the familiar shapes of the buildings, nearly tripping in his haste to get off his pokemon. For a moment he just stands there, wildly looking around until he finally spots a familiar shape.
Oh, she is so thin again, her hair choppy once more. And she is still the most gorgeous sight for sore eyes.]
Angel!
[Between the half a dozen warps, the way his muscles had locked up slightly during the flight and the tears blurring his vision, he stumbles more than he runs, knocking both of them over into the grass when he tosses his arms around her in an embrace.]