TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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Tom ignored the clear lie, and the flawed logic, making a mental note to turn the heating down a couple notches. Nobody would suffer for it, and Tord wouldn't overheat. "Yeah, I don't close up for another forty minutes. You're free to use any food up there, it's rehabilitation mix but it's got everything just about any pokemon could need." He pushed the door to the spare room open, picking up and moving a couple small pokemon, mostly dedenne, out of the way.
"There's extra pillows and blankets over there." He nodded towards a wardrobe. "These little guys are harmless, they're used to this being the free roam room, so you may wake up with a couple of them on you. They're affectionate but they'll understand if you'd rather they didn't sleep on he bed." It was probably bad he was debating closing up shop early to try and hassle answers out of Tord, but he couldn't do that.
One more thing before he left. "If you want me to see to your back I have a couple pokemon that could help, just send one of the various pokemon you'll find just about everywhere down to come get me." With that, he'd finished dumping everything he felt Tord would need to know, returning to work, trying to grind through those last forty minutes. He wanted to talk with Tord, not sit and listen to Pick berate him about his bad life choices. Whatever, it would be over soon enough and he could try and figure out why his old friend had run off in such a hurry.
Closing up was a relief, and once that was done he legged it back upstairs, peeking into the spare room to see if Tord was still awake.
Nodding, Tord figured forty minutes would be a nice amount of alone time. At least until Tom decides to chew his head off again. Taking yet another note at the sheer abundance of wild rodents around the room, Tord rose his brow, thankful he didn't own any Pokemon who took their place as predators on these little dedenne. They were awfully cute, it'd be a shame for someone to eat them. His Arcanine and Shinx might be an issue, but he doubted it'd be too bad. Lairon would need to stay in her ball, seeing as they were on the second floor and she would risk breaking it somehow. He'd let her out outside later. [break][break]
The gijinka hissed a little under his breath at the mention of his injury, flinching and giving a curt nod. He didn't need or want help on that. "Will do -" A lie, but who was counting. "Thank you for your hospitality." That was a... well it was polite, but only for if you're acquaintances with someone. It felt weird, unnatural, he hated it but if that was the role he was meant to play, so be it. [break][break]
Waiting until Tom had left, Tord let out his bunch of companions, letting them get food and gripe at him for taking so long on doing this. He flopped face first onto the bed, careful to not smush any critters before mumbling bitterly about Arceus knows what. Probably about the fact he messed up big enough to see Tom again. Probably over the fact that he, himself, was a huge jerk. Falling asleep briefly, Tord jerked himself awake at the slight creak of the door, snapping his head towards it.
Seeing that he'd woken Tord, Tom smiled sheepishly. "Are you hungry? ..Or did you eat pokemon food?" He had witnessed Tord start eating a menu box after refusing to sleep for three days straight, eating pokemon food wasn't entirely out of the question for this dumbass.
"I'm going to make dinner soon, so if you're wanting some let me know. Just broth." While he could afford to eat fancy, he chose not to. He preferred having money saved up for particularly tricky rescues, or for if he decided on buying a show pokemon... man that would be the day. He hoped Tord would join him for dinner, if not only to try and talk about where he'd been for the past two years, see if there was a way to convince him to stick around.
Yeah sure he'd launched the guy, but that was because he had piss poor emotion regulation.
don't let him touch the stove, tom, don't do it. if he so much as looks at it you're screwed. there's no going back, there'll be chaos, you'll regret every detail of your life straight down to your very birth, don't do it.
An indignant huff sounded from Tord, brows furrowing and cheeks puffing out. Rude! "No, I did not eat Pokemon food." What did Tom think he was? Four? Pushing himself up, he shoo'd his Pokemon aside, deciding they were well behaved enough to tear the place up - though his Shinx and Buizel might do some rude shit, he was sure. "I can eat, if you want I could help?"[break][break]
No, no he couldn't. For the love of all things holy in this world, Thomas, please remember that he's nearly burnt the house down on more times than can be counted due to poor attempts at cooking. "Not sure broth is exactly... ehm... enough food, though. Don't you have something with more substance?" His back ached, the base of his spine clearly unhappy with him, but it was a test of endurance he was going to conquer.
"I'd let you help but I doubt you've learned how to even look at a stove without it exploding." At the mention of broth not being substantial, he quirked an eyebrow. "I don't know what broth you're used to, but I don't make water with the occasional carrot - but yes, I have other food. If you don't touch anything you can come pick what you want."
Tom made note of the pokemon out their pokeballs, planning to make them all a little something. All of his personal pokemon were loose now, including the big tanky golisopod, who actually opted for tucking themselves into a corner and watching everything go on rather than cause trouble. He gestured for Tord to follow, a grin with a dash of snark splitting his face.
"Everything's labelled, so you'll actually know what a carrot's called."
TORD OLSEN // Notes: He will ever forget, he will never let YOU forget
Fantastic! Tord still couldn't read![break][break]
Snorting harshly at the broth explanation, Tord waved his hand. "So long as it's not just the juice from a -" What was broth? "- cabbage -" Nailed it. "- then I'll be fine. I don't want to be too picky when you really don't need to have me here anyways." That wasn't true. It was pretty clear Tom wanted him here. He wanted answers, he wanted closure, that much was obvious. Tord didn't like it, but it didn't matter what Tord liked. At the very least, it was deeming nice to see Tom again, even if this was a massive pain in the butt for his plans.[break][break]
Following along down the hall, Tord gave an incredulous grin, brows furrowing and fully preparing to snark right back. "Wow, I'm glad to know you're labeling all your toys. I hope the cucumbers are labelled as such as well." Was that inappropriate? Who cared.
"Cabbage juice broth, my favorite." See, Tom thought he'd won that snark on the grounds of Tord having been sleep deprived as hell. He made his way to the kitchen, stepping in under the assumption he'd taken the victory - but he had taken his crown too soon. He nearly sputtered and tripped, turning round with wide eyes to look at Tord.
"Tord I will kick your ass again." He wasn't being serious, but god if he didn't feel like Tord deserved at least a slap upside the head for that. He ignored the chittering from a handful of the pokemon, not wanting to think about the fact they got the joke. That was too much, he'd rather focus on dinner. He opened the cupboards up, gesturing. Bacon, canned beans and spaghetti, all sorts of depression meals. He got to work on the broth after that, not that it was too difficult. Water, stock cube, meat from the day before and a bunch of vegetable chopping.
Broth was, surprisingly, what he made when he was feeling a little better and actually had energy, what could he say, he liked to remember the two or three good things of his childhood.
A smug grin passed his lips at the sight of Tom nearly tripping. Clearly, he had won whatever contest they were having, and he was proud of it. "It's not the worst thing that can happen to it, clearly, so by all means, kick my ass." Deciding that joke went far enough, Tord stuck out his tongue and checked out the cupboard. Man, he was tempted, but decided preparing bacon was too difficult and he was too tired to do it.[break][break]
Watching Tom prepare the food, Tord figured it'd be rude to do nothing. Heading to the stove, he glanced at what was going on and at the temperature dial. "How long does it usually take to cook everything? We could probably split the time if we made the heat more, right?" It was logical, right? Less time, more heat. Granted, he'd been yelled at plenty of times before for his logic being stupid as all sin, but it still made more sense then 'let it brew on low for like five years'!
Pick reacted before Tom did, swooping down and headbutting Tord's shoulder with a indignant shriek. Bless Pick for defending his honor. Tom just laughed, not having had to see what happened to know what Pick had done. When Tord hadn't chosen any food, he was mildly confused, not that he questioned it yet.
"That's not how it works. It'll take about twenty five minutes, though." He dumped everything in the pot, placing it over the hob for it to start cooking. "Can you grab the bacon?" If Tord wasn't going to choose it, he'd choose it for him. "Now you've mentioned eating something else I want some." A lie. He mostly had the bacon for Fender, but he was sure he could just pick some more up tomorrow. "Touch those dials and I will throw you again, this time out the window."
'That's not how it worked', meh meh meh. What did Tom know? Basic cooking skills? Jerk. Taking his hand away from the dial, instant petting Pick's head - trying to win some points so the Swoobat didn't keep messing with him - Tord let out a huff and let Tom continue with his painfully slow cooking time. If he wanted to wait that long to eat, more power to him. At the request, the gijinka happily obliged, heading back to the cupboard to grab the bacon.[break][break]
He was thankful for this addition to the meal. It's damn good, and bacon improves everything always. Handing the bacon over, Tord puffed out his cheeks and nodded disappointedly. "Fine, fine. Glass is less fun than you'd think, I'll just, ah -" He pointed at a chair. "Sit." And sit he shall. Tord felt absolutely useless, but there wasn't much else he could help with. Handling something sharp would be a bad idea, as would burning everything down, as would, uhhhh, everything else. Well. At least he's company. "So, how have you been? Enjoying running a shop? I've heard good things about it."
"Good boy." Tom got to work on the bacon, while Pick plonked himself happily on Tord's lap, chirping and demanding attention. Traitorous little shit. He knew what Pick was trying to get across, he just hoped Tord didn't. Swoobats evolving with love made them pretty popular for superstition regarding love itself and oh did his swoobat know it.
At the question, he smiled just a bit. "Good to know my reputation precedes me. It's been good, running this place. A lot more people know how to actually care for the pokemon they've chosen, bought and captured, and now I don't have to see every purugly in the area overweight with drooping whiskers." That had been a sad sight indeed. Something about skinny puruglies had been a very short lived trend, one he was glad to see the back of.
"How've you been? I know you wont tell me where, as much as I want to know, but... have you been ok?"
Tord was sure to scritch every spot he was sure Pick would like, messing with the fluff and ears and under the snout and all that good shit. He was far too oblivious to understand any hidden meaning in this, figuring Pick was a Pokemon, and Pokemon love attention. Hell, he hoped his own little guys were being good. Not tearing up the place. Lairon still needed fed. He'd do that before he ate. [break][break]
Breaking his concentration away from the Swoobat, Tord nodded at Tom's wise words. Puruglies were meant to be fat, what was with people these days. "I'm thrilled to know you are making a difference!" His scruffing up on the Swoobat froze all together at the question, going silent for a few moments before picking back up at it again, giving a lopsided grin. "I've been fine, yeah. Been a few places, caught a few companions, you know how TV makes it seem." Tord gave a weak shake of his head and smoothed all of Pick's neck fluff downward. "I've made it decently, have my own little setup somewhere around here, working on things."
Pick was loving the attention, trilling and chirping softly almost constantly while being pet. They were incredibly relaxed on Tord's lap, considering they'd been there when To had had his definitely not crisis over Tord just leaving. Tom decided to leave it down to himself being busy and Pick being a slut for attention.
"We were worried about you, it's a relief to hear you've been ok. Can I ask what you're working on, or are you going to be mr edgy msyterio man about that too?" The bacon was done, thank fuck. He plated that up after turning the hob off, and by the time that was done the broth was as good as done. A bowl of broth each and a plate of bacon, not a bad meal turnout. "Dinner's ready."
Managing to carry both plates and bowls with respective cutlery, he motioned with his head for Tord to follow him to the living room. Pick made no move to follow, clearly expecting Tord to carry him.
He was thrilled that the Swoobat was enjoying this, feeling blessed with this knowledge. Well, Tord didn't need to tell everything about his life. "I'm building stuff! Little gadgets, upgrades, things like that." Waving his hand off, the Houndoom lifted the Swoobat off of him, setting them down on the table before getting to his feet. Before he'd take off after Tom to go eat, he'd finally let his Lairon out, and set her up some food, careful while bending down to set everything up.[break][break]
Giving her a loving pet on the head, making sure she was eating, Tord pushed himself standing and let out an exhale. Moving sucked. Tord carried after Tom, taking his designated plates from him, trying to lessen the load. "Thank you for the food, I hope it doesn't taste like a metric pile." He gave a playful nudge, trying to make sure Tom knew he was 100% joking. Rude, but joking.
"I figured it might be something like that, you've always liked dicking with electronics."
Pick was unimpressed when they were simply placed on the table, having been expected to be carried and loved on up until Tord was getting his food. With a quiet huff, they take after Tom, already trying to cuddle up to him for food. "Traitorous little ass." He muttered, but fed them some bacon anyway.
Once Tord came back and took his plate and bowl, Tom was quick to yank Pick back, to prevent them begging from their guest, before turning the TV on. "Here's hoping I managed to mask the taste of the poison I put in yours." He was being an ass back, was all, he'd only just found Tord again he wasn't keen to get rid of him. "Have you set up shop far from here?"