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[On Pidge's pillow is a little cellophane bundle of peanut butter cookies tied with a ribbon and a tag someone thought was hilarious. There's nothing else giving away the gifter, but if she flips said tag to the other side, she'll see the logo for the coffee chain Starmiebucks which is one big fat clue because only one moron in this house slings lattes all day.]

I'm sorry. Hunk's gone. Check your pokemon. he may have lef might have left you one

hey where are you right now?

[One night when Pidge is up late, Matt sneaks into her room and puts a Dusk Ball on her bed, along with a note written in Holt Code.]

Pidge,

On my way home tonight, I watched this little guy fall down from the sky. It reminded me of all of the nights we'd sit on the roof and watch meteor showers, so I thought I'd bring him home for you. Halley's been a good addition for me, so I hope you like him (and he likes you). We should do something utterly ridiculous sometime soon.

-Matt

[In the ball is a somewhat-small Minior.]

Edited (HTML will be the death of me.) 2018-08-08 00:48 (UTC)

Hey Pidge: You have a minute? Out on the porch.

hey shortstuff, check out the cabinet with the cups in it
don't ask just do it

[It's early. Probably too early. The house is perfectly quiet, given there was a party the night before. But... sooner than later, toward the back of the house, something is howling "ESSSSSSSSSS".]

[Then it's quiet again.]

[At least until Pidge's 'gear goes PING.]

where are you?

Pidge. I need you to do something for me.

hey you guys got a minute?

So... quick question. Who the $@%# is "sven"?

[Sasha never truly expected the nightmares to stop completely, but a handful less of them would have been nice. She hasn't seen a Titan in real life for almost a year now, but yet there they are in her dreams.

And now that she's given Haunter back to Shiro, Sasha doesn't have Dream Eater to wipe her subconscious clean anymore, so she's stumbling out of her room, blanket draped over her head as she shuffles down to the kitchen. The house is pindrop silent aside from the occasional Pokemon snore, but none of them pay her any attention. After all, it's not the first time Sasha has gone down to double check that the food is still safely tucked away in the fridge.

It is, however, the first time she pulls the fridge open and plops herself down on the floor in front of it, pulling out anything that's in arm's reach and shoving it into her mouth. Food is good. It's comforting. Eating food means she isn't eating her friends, much like the nightmares insist on showing her.]

[On Pidge's bed, she will find a nicely wrapped package, containing the following. A Leaf Stone, a pokeball with a new friend. Lastly, there's a book, with a note tucked into it:]

I know you're not a dummy, so consider this an invitation to get back out of the basement. Next trip you take is on me, Pidge. Even if it's just out stargazing.
- S

[On her bed, Pidge will find a box with a detailed star map of the day she was born as it was seen over their house. In the box, she'll find an observatory ID with her picture and the title Assistant Professor Pidge Holt, as well as a gift certificate to a local hardware store and an Ultra Ball with a new friend inside. There's also a note with a 'to a fantastic little sister' card and a plate of their mom's peanut butter cookies.]

Pidge,

I'm so glad you're here. I hope you'll find these things fun and useful. Also, as part of all of this, there's a dinner just the two of us, and I'll show you how I've found to get on the roof of our house.

Love you, little sister.
-Matt

P.S. You start on January 2, so get ready.

A deliverybird swoops down and drops off a small card for Pidge! Inside is a Monopokely novelty card that shows an Arcanine, and is emblazoned with the words "Get Out of Jenny Jail Free!"

There's also a Goldenrod shopping mall gift card attached. Marco's written on the other side of the jail card to Stay out of trouble! :D Merry Christmas - Marco

Edited (YOU SAW NOTHING) 2018-12-24 20:18 (UTC)

[He could have just tossed her gift under the tree like all the other ones, but for some strange reason, Lance feels like Pidge deserves a more personal touch today. The house is buzzing with holiday activities so no one really notices when Lance gets up and moves to leave the room, pausing only to tap Pidge on the shoulder before he wordlessly beckons her with his hand to follow him into the much quieter and private hallway.

It's really weird for him to be like this, but... this is special, okay? It just is.]

i need you in the kitchen
now
don't ask why
just come

[And when and if Pidge is awake enough to show up, she'll find Lance clad in his Vaporeon print robe, holding a box of chocolate cake mix in front of the counter that has five whole jars of matching frosting on it.]

[Hunk is excited. He's trying to hide it, but he's not very good at it. But he's trying okay.]

Hey, hey Pidge. I have a surprise for you.

Heyyy Pidge. You home?

Just checking in, Pidge. You doing okay?

[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.]

[There's a note on Pidge's latest project when they get home.]

Hey, when you have a chance, find me. Need to ask you something.

[Sleep used to come easy, but Lance is finding the notion of having a good night's sleep laughable. When's the last time he's slept through the night since coming back? Since fucking dying? He can't remember and considering that he's already had a couple nightmares tonight and has been tossing and turning for the last hour or so, he thinks maybe finding another bed to crawl into might help. Matching his breathing with either Hunk or Pidge seems to put him right at othertimes, so why not now?

Lance wanders out of his bedroom into the darkened hallway, stopping right outside his door. Hunk is always an option, but Hunk will want to talk. Talking isn't something Lance feels up to doing, not when the conversation will be about emotions. No way. Sorry, Hunk, he loves you, but right now, he needs the one socially inept person he knows.

A quick turn on his heel and Lance is making his way to the basement where he hopes Pidge is sleeping like the dead because he's crawling into her bed, carefully maneuvering around the tangle of her arms and legs strewn everywhere. It's really not the first time either of them have found their way into each other's bed for the night, but it is the first time Lance finds himself pulling himself against her and sobbing quietly, scared to breathe, scared of everything.]

[At some point after James is done accusing Keith of being cool with the genocide of the human race, he'll be heading down towards the basement to looking for someone.]

Hey, PIdge? You in here?

weird question suit or dress

[Even though they live on the island, it doesn't mean that the change of seasons passes them by. The water and air's turned cooler and for most people, it's almost imperceptible, but for the tropical raised heat baby over here named Lance, he's practically acting like a sudden frost came over the place. He's curled up on Pidge's bed behind her, wrapped in her largest thickest blanket with his face pressed against her back as she works on her laptop doing whatever computer geeks do.

Lance is clearly soaking up all the body he can from the little gremlin and as long as she doesn't complain, he'll push himself closer to her as much as possible.]

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