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Lance blushed even more, and looked to the right. "...That was romantic, yes. And I enjoy you too."

"Glad you enjoy it, I guess?" Lance blinked, and gave him a wide grin.

"...Uh, a superpower?" Lance cringed at himself. "S-Sorry. Meggie mentioned that's what some humans called this type of thing."

Lance only hugged him tighter, embracing the sheer amount of floof that fox had. His tail was wagging much faster now, and Lance barked in excitement. "...I don't honestly believe in magic, but I'll take it."

"You dork..." Lance barked happily, wagging his tail even more. "It's... it's nice. You're like a body-sized pillow, or a chair, since I'm sitting on your lap..."

"Look, Kora... it's fine. He won't hurt me anymore, I've made sure of that." Lance nodded again, sitting on Kora's lap and hugging him. "And... thank you for being with me. I mean it."

Lance frowned, almost fuming at the idea. "...Kora, it's not you." He shrugged. His tail swished in frustration, and he looked down. "I'm not... sure why I'm having them now. Maybe I didn't fully put it behind me. Definetely not because of you, though. I really like your company."

Lance nodded. He pointed to the scar on his chest and grumbled. "I-I got this there. My captor forced me to fight a Houndoom." He winced, ears drooping at the question. He forced himself to answer it. "Sort of. After a whole month had passed, my captor just... threw me away. He threw me into...

Lance blushed, slowly wagging his tail. "Uh... s-sure. Sure, I can talk about it." It had been too long, so why did it still hurt? "...I got kidnapped as a kid. When I was eight."

"I-It's fine." Lance forced a smile. Shit, so Kora noticed the nightmare? Just great. "...Sorry, Kora. I just... had a nightmare about a terrible part in my life."

Lance panted faster, his entire breath was raspy and he shivered some more. Whatever he was dreaming about, it was bad. He even shed a tear. The Lucario woke up with a scream. He shouted and instinctively backed away from Kora, breathing quickly.

The canine didn't bother to wake up just yet, simply embracing Kora while mumbling complete nonsense. His dream hadn't ended yet. Then, he began to pant and sweat, shivering. Almost like he was scared of something.

Lance was sleeping on top of Kora. And peacefully, not even snoring. He just hugged his partner while sleeping and every so often, whispered something soft, some random compliment his mind thought of. Until he moved a bit. Not enough to raise suspicion, but just enough to be noticed. Then, he...

"We'll be twenty-two in a few months!" With that, he stormed off the house with Kora. <><><><><><><><><><><><><>

"I am a teenager! Or... a young adult. I'm twenty-one." Brian rolled his eyes, pouting. That wasn't very nice. "And... you're very sassy, aren'tcha? My robots have better manners than you, but that's fine."

"Honestly, that clone is a bit... creepy," Brian shivered, standing up. "Right, this should be fun! Cooking, I mean. And when you eat the leftovers? Delicious!" Brian cheered, adjusting his goggles on his forehead. "Okay, this should be enough for now. Let's go."

Brian blinked, tilting his head. "That's... that's not what I meant. I'm saying I'm not having the cake, so either you or Lance can have it if you want."

"A whiskey and cake... congrats on making him drunk, I guess," Brian shrugged. "Well, all's well that ends well. Or whatever the sentence is, I'm not really sure now, heh!" "And I do love cake! I'll pass right now, though. I had a lot of food already, so feel free to eat the rest. Or Lance, if...

Whoa! Now this was the sort of thing Brian was jealous about. Still, he was proud of being a mechaninc/engineer, so that thought died pretty quickly. "Oh, you're baking cookies?! Nice. I'd be happy to help!" he cheered, and looked at Lance, sleeping. "Good idea, he's a disaster in the kitchen...

"I've met one Bayleef!" Brian explained. Well, he was in a different world, and could use the rest. Kora had the right idea in mind, why not go for it? Also, it was an arcade! "YES!" Brian shouted. "O-Oh, sorry. I'm in! Also, my name is Brian, not brain."