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[attr="class","manbekinglyric"]his saving grace

[attr="class","manbekinglyric2"]all you have is the one chance to get it right

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It was a rule, with trainers that came this way to learn the ultimate technique of the dragons, to board in the spare room at the end of the hall for the duration of training that came with it. Exceptions could be made in dire situations, of course, but such situations very rarely came to pass. There were those who scoffed at the idea of making their temporary home in that of another, as well as those who liked their privacy or would sooner take refuge in a hotel a half hour Arcanine's ride out from their house outside the city. Stubborn as each of them may have been, however, nothing in the world was a match for the puppy-dog eyes “the Ryos” could put on, and at the end of the day, free meals and housing was just another add-on to being one of the privileged few to have access to Draco Meteor. A loss of privacy, truly, was a small price.[break][break]

The rule was put into place and the Pyrragons insisted, of course, because their home always felt a little too empty without the extra mouth to feed. At least, this was how Ryoto saw things. There was silence now where there hadn't been in the past, a suffocation that sat on his lungs like a led weight, even if the strangers they invited into their home could never really replicate what once was, it lightened the load just enough, loudened the rooms just enough, reminded him of the happiness of the world outside (as well as why his wife's smile stood superior above all others). It was the curse of a parent whose child had flown the coop, he knew. Sometimes, with the way he went on, you'd think she was dead, rather than making a name for herself out in the world. Worse, still, was that sometimes his own home felt like a funeral home when there was no one else around. Over-dramatic indeed. This rule, however, was well-enforced, even in cases of League members, for who better knew the work load of a member of the Pokemon League than someone who had held his position in it in the past longer than most who held it now? It was such that their most recent housemate had become a certain Sora Alder, having spent his first night in that room that so many had slept in before – and it was such that today, he would learn why mornings in the Pyrragon household were a nightmare for the nocturnal.[break][break]

Pot in one hand. Pan in the other. It was fortunate that his significant other slept like a rock.[break][break]

“Up and at 'em, Sleeping Beauty!” Ryoto shouted, metal clanging against metal at no later than five o'clock in the morning. There was a sunrise to catch, as any self-respecting trainer should strive to do, and a day's worth of rigorous training to put the Umbreon gijinka through. “You're not going to learn anything in bed! Breakfast's on the table, but if you don't get it in the next two minutes, I'm eating both our portions.”

[attr="class","manbekinglyric2"]maybe one day they'll forgive what he's done

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