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[Maybe you should. It's rather freeing. Let it all hang out, Pidge.]

Whaddaya mean "what did I do"? I didn't do anything!

[Well, he did do something, but nothing of the illegal sort. Just the kind where his pockets are a little bit emptier.

Rover's on top of his head now and telling Lance off. Wow, he just came to be nice and he's feeling so attacked right now.]

And you, get off! It took forever to get my hair like this today!

[No, Lance. Just... no.

But she has accepted Lance's PokéBall gift and is now just eyeing it suspiciously.]

If you're giving me something, it's probably because you did something wrong and you're apologizing. So what did you do?

[Fine, Lanky Boy. Rover's gonna swipe his wings at that hair one last time before fluttering away, going over to Pidge's makeshift desk and just fluffing his feathers up in Lance's direction. My territory, bucko.]

[Yes, Pidge. Just... yes.

Lance takes a swipe back at Rover and bares his teeth at the owl. Nobody wants your stinkin' territory anyway.]

I'm not apologizing. And I didn't do anything wrong. I did everything fair and square to get that for you. I didn't even hit on the hot chick that ran the counter!

[It took him a bit to save up enough for the Porygon inside the ball, but here Pidge is, accusing him of being a perp with no morals. This is totally cruel and inhumane treatment.]

[And she's raising an eyebrow suspiciously at him.] ...If I find out later that this about you blowing up the game console prototype I was working on upstairs, you're in more trouble than one gift is worth.

[But fine, here goes nothing. She presses the little button on the PokéBall, totally bracing herself for something awful to happen...

Only to be greeted by a very strange, polygon-like creature, just looking at her right in the face. Her eyes go very, very wide.]

What-- Lance, what is it??

[Ugh, Pidge. Stop being so difficult! Lance just wanted to do something nice for his Garribro in the wake of Hunk being gone. He didn't get to spend enough time with him or give him much of anything but a box of pastries. Lance is trying here in the best way he knows how.]

No, it's not, but if you don't open that damn ball, I will blow up the console.

[God, FINALLY. Out pops the Porygon and Lance rolls over on Pidge's bed onto his belly, head cradled on his arm, a giant grin on his face. Someone is far too pleased with himself.]

Use your Pokegear. That's what it's there for.

[UM, THAT IS A RUDE THREAT, SIR.]

[Pidge backs up just a little bit first, putting some space between her and the new Pokémon, before pulling out the 'gear so she can identify it. Rover, having now found a new target to bully around about being in his space, has flown over to sit in Pidge's hair and hoot repeatedly at the newcomer.]

...Porygon? [She stares at the info on the dex, then back up at the Pokémon, then back over at Lance.] It says it's a "virtual Pokémon." Where'd you get this?

[ONE DESERVING OF THOSE WHO ACCUSE THE INNOCENT.]

Goldenrod. It was a prize at the Game Corner.

[He flips onto his back and starts kicking off his sneakers. Someone is getting real comfortable here.]

Saw it and thought of you. [Because she's his favorite computer geek.] It's level 30, by the way.

[Excuse you, that game console benefits everyone in the house, you are a terrorist upon this family.]

[But at least now she's just... inspecting the Porygon. Who is simply inspecting her right back, but looking quite pleased to be not a prize and actually have a trainer. Even if its trainer is... very new.

And has a very flabbergasted Rowlet in her hair.]

How can you tell? Actually, what does that even mean? I still don't get what the whole deal is with the battling and the levels and the catching everything stuff.

[Thump. Thump. That's the sound of two big old honker of shoes falling to the ground.]

Well, for starters, that's what the girl at the counter told me. I didn't have any reason not to trust her, [because she had a pretty face, of course] but I checked it with the 'gear and yup, level 30.

[The Porygon spins it feet around as if to confirm it is indeed the level Lance claims.]

And levels work just like in video games, Pidge. You gain a level, you get stronger. With Pokemon, they might gain a new move or evolve into a different form. Kaltenecker is a level twenty-two but she won't evolve into anything and Bruce Whalis is only level 15. Him being a shiny doesn't give him any special perks other than color, but he'll evolve later on.

[Wait, did Lance actually learn something in his time here? And now knows more than Pidge? Someone look out the window and check for airborne pigs.]

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[Two thumps and Pidge is swiveling around to see what the quiznak that was. And guess what she stops paying attention to once she sees that Lance is getting all comfy on her damn bed.]

Hey!! What're you doing-- Holy crow, is that smell coming from your feet?!

[Usually this is the point where Rover swoops in to back her up, but this time he's distracted. Because Porygon just did a nifty foot spinning thing and he likes it and now he's busy chatting the other Pokémon up like no one else is around.

Clearly a trait he shares with his trainer.]

Lance, in case you hadn't noticed, we're not in a video game, and you're in my room, not yours!

Please, Pidge. My feet smell better than your room on the ship.

[Sure, Lance will admit his feet do get sweaty, but does anyone really think the King of Luxury Bath Products wouldn't take care of his feet? Little it may be know, but there's a weekly pedicure in his schedule.]

And?

[If anything, Pidge's complaining just makes him relax into her bed even more. She could stand to get a few more pillows, by the way.]

I was just using video games as an example of levels. Got a better example? Throw it at me.

[Pidge narrows her eyes at him slightly, lips pursing to one side in a frustrated pout. How dare. She knows she sweats a lot and it's stupid but she's just a little self-conscious about it.]

It might've been a good example but it doesn't make any sense. It also doesn't explain why I should be forcing Rover to get into battles.

[Besides the fact that Rover always wants to jump into a battle and picks fights with all the Pokémon in the house.]

Also why can't you wait to take your shoes off in someplace that's not my room?

Some of them want to fight. I don't exactly know how it works, but from what Shiro told me, it's like a sport to them. Some of them just like to wrestle with each other, so let them. They thinks it's fun and you get money out of it. And those who don't want to battle, don't have to. No one's getting forced into anything.

[Lance rolls his eyes, not moving a bit from her bed.]

Because Pidge, I'm in here talking to you and not in Keith's room. Stop making a big deal about my feet and name your Porygon.

[And just because Lance can, he swings a leg out and touches her with his socked foot. This asshole.]

[As though in agreement, Rover hoots loudly from where he's hopping around in circles around Porygon. Poor Porygon just spins in place slowly, following his movement, totally bewildered.]

It all still seems weird to me.

[And she's totally smacking that foot away from her before it can even make contact. Ew.]

Dude, cut it out! And why do I have to name it?

See? Rover's got the idea. Let the dude fight. Don't be an overprotective Pokemom.

[Heh. Get it? Pokemom? Lance thinks that's his best pun today.

And don't hit him or else you'll get The Toe.]

Because everybody names their Pokemon. It belongs to you, so you name it. Didn't you have a dog at home? Did you name it or did you just call it Dog?

[Pidge glances over at Rover, who simply puffs up his feathers excitedly at the idea of FINALLY being allowed to go beat up some losers, then just lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes.] Fine, geez. It all still seems like some stupid, testosterone driven bullshit to me, but fine.

[Rover looks so pleased, though. So does Porygon, actually.]

Of course we named him, but that's-- I don't know, that just seems different.

Well, Kaltenecker's a girl and she wants to fight everything she sees, but if you want to tell her she's full of testosterone, be my guest. Just make sure to call me when you want me to drag you to the Pokecenter for healing.

[See, kids! Uncle Lance is looking out for you and your Pokemon battles. He'll convince your mom to allow anything!]

Not that different. These guys live with you. You feed them and take care of them. It's like a pet. Or Allura's mice. They've got names.

[She rolls her eyes and waves a hand dismissively.] That's not what I mean. It just feels like this whole situation... this whole world is like a manifestation of some guy's aggressive desires.

[Anyway. Pidge is just gonna scoot back a bit so she's sitting with her back up against the edge of the bed, staring at Porygon like doing so will give her a great epiphany.]

...I'm not that great at naming things, though.

Are you gonna go all rawr girl power on me now?

[Because Lance is just not ready to argue the theory of some guy's male ego creating this world. For starters, that is not his wheelhouse and secondly, it's an argument Lance would promptly lose. He ain't that smart to try.

He reaches out and playfully ruffles Pidge's hair, knowing she'll fuss about him noogying her.]

Just think over it. You don't have to do it right now. Just get to know it and see what comes to mind. You did it for Rover, you can do it again. I got faith in you, Pidge,

[She snorts.] I do that all the time, Lance.

[It's not her problem that he doesn't notice.

Also, RUDE. She reaches up to bat his hand away. He's lucky her brain is split into a few more directions than usual. Lance has to go and give her a Faith In You speech like Shiro does, and now it's like the pressure is on.]

Rover was easy. He reminds me of him. This one is... different.

[Of course he had to. He learned those kinds of speeches from the best. Who knew they actually did listen to Shiro's speeches (except for ones pertaining to them not having to pay anything towards the house, apparently.)]

And this one doesn't remind you of anything?

[Lance peers over Pidge's shoulder at the Porygon, squinting until he comes up with a similar likeness.]

What about Quackie Chan? Duck Norris?

[It's now obvious what the Porygon reminds Lance of.]

[Speak for yourself, sir. Pidge is not a Leader type, so she doesn't actually learn Shiro's speeches. She just listens to them.

But now she's giving Porygon such a critical look, ignoring Lance's invasion of space for the time being. Porygon is mostly just standing there watching Rover, who is still hopping around in circles and hooting like he's explaining what's what around here.]

...I guess it does kind of resemble a duck. Like a really low-poly digital model of a duck.

[Rover is so not helping with this naming decision thing, mainly because neither of the humans understand his racket.]

Quacker Jack? Cheese and Quackers? Quack Efron? I'm giving you all my best puns here, Pidge.

[If those are his best, then his best will never be good enough.]

I can't come up with any that roll with "a really low-poly digital model of a duck."

[She snorts, cracking a slight, amused smirk.]

As much as I appreciate them, I'd rather not get too puntastic when it comes to naming these guys.

[God, Lance, what the hell did you name your pets on Earth?]

Oh right. No fun allowed. I forgot.

[Well, fine then, Pidge. He'll take his super cool names and go home. Or just flop back on the bed, hands tucked behind his head, one leg propped up on the other.]

Do you have any ideas of your own so far?

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