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The pressure behind Nate's eyes receded a little when he turned back towards Rocky, but his skull throbbed dully, threatening worse later. Forget a fucking headache, though, the shade had just--the poochyena was going on about some kind of fucking link, but no, that wasn't... Nate took a step...

Rocky kept vibrating even after the poochyena took him, and for a moment Nate was dismayed, but what had he been expecting, after all? It would probably take him a while to calm down, all things considered. Plus he might feel like he was getting abandoned or, like, Nate was trying to offload him...

Well, something there had certainly touched a nerve. "Yeah, that's true. I mean, look how many shitheads there are in this place, and it's about as pokémony as it gets," Nate said uneasily. The poochyena's change of subject stopped him from dwelling on the topic any longer, though. Was he a...

The mention of a daughter surprised Nate for a moment, but it shouldn't have, really. Most of the "team" seemed too young for that shit, but the poochyena had the air of somebody who'd seen all the shit and got tired of it a long time ago. Wouldn't be a huge surprise if he was, like, forty or...

(( Excuse you, Dave, I'll have you know he comes from an extremely-high-quality grittier live-action reboot, thank you very much >:( )) Genetics? That was definitely some science shit, wasn't it? Nate scowled and picked Rocky back up. Maybe he actually was doing a little better. It seemed like...

More than a sip, huh? Yeah, probably. Nate had the sense that this problem was going to require a fuckton of booze, actually. He swirled the drink in his glass for a second, then ended up downing it himself. "Used to be. And I dunno. Normal world. People and pokémon and all that shit. I'm from...

"Well, what else would they be? They ain't regular animals for sure." He was about to say that the poochyena didn't need to smush the berry on the stone like that; Rocky would always pop out and take one if he was gonna. But then the berry fucking exploded, and Nate jumped about a foot in the...

Well, fuck. Nate had hoped the poochyena's shade might be in better shape, and maybe they could calm each other down or something. Well, the other shade was in better shape, maybe because it didn't--nothing really bad had happened to it. But it didn't look like it was in any shape to be...

Nate started when someone he recognized sat down at the bar. That damn poochyena again. What the fuck was he doing here? Oh, good Christ. What had even happened in the, the fight? Had he even, like, attacked the poochyena, or--fuck. Nate just wanted to get the fuck out of there and never have...

There was exactly one good thing about this shitty world, and that was that they actually had alcohol here. Okay, the fact that somebody else was picking up the tab was pretty non-shitty as well, but Nate really wasn't in the mood to be generous. One way or another, there was actually fucking...