[The last thing Lance remembers is trying to curry the Garrison nurses' favor for an extra pudding cup to wash out the taste of hospital meatloaf from his mouth and the sudden loneliness of a now empty hospital room. Two years without seeing his parents or his siblings or anybody else of his clan was hard enough, but the short period of visiting hours makes it sting more. He just really wants to eat his feelings at the moment, listening to the beeps and boops of the building for the rest of the night.
In reality--or in this case, the Pokemon world reality--there's no pudding. No family either. Just pure cotton mouth as early morning sunlight streams into Lance's bedroom and the fuzzy taste of sleep breath has him moving to sit up in bed, looking for something to drink. However, there's distinct weight of something along his side and as he looks down, the rat's nest of tangles and skinny pale legs and arms tells Lance that someone's invaded his bed.
Again.]
Pidge?
[His voice is thick and hoarse from two weeks of disuse, but hey, at least his skin and hair look great. Can't say the same for his psychology, though.]
» this is probably gonna get all sappy and gross =D
In reality--or in this case, the Pokemon world reality--there's no pudding. No family either. Just pure cotton mouth as early morning sunlight streams into Lance's bedroom and the fuzzy taste of sleep breath has him moving to sit up in bed, looking for something to drink. However, there's distinct weight of something along his side and as he looks down, the rat's nest of tangles and skinny pale legs and arms tells Lance that someone's invaded his bed.
Again.]
Pidge?
[His voice is thick and hoarse from two weeks of disuse, but hey, at least his skin and hair look great. Can't say the same for his psychology, though.]