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So, uh... I was going through some of the pictures I first took on my Pokegear and the first one was labeled for today. A year ago. It's almost hard to believe that I've been here for that long, and I only realized in May that I don't want to go back home. It probably sounds selfish, but things are, um... They're better here, and...

_{[Bertolt seems to hesitate for a moment, then he swings his camera around to focus on his Arcanine sprawled out on his back and taking up the entire space on the floor between his bed and the other in his hotel room.}

I couldn't leave him behind. It's even harder to believe that he was barely thirty pounds and didn't even reach my knee when I got here, and now he's got to be around five-hundred and even taller than I am.

_{[One of his Arcanine's feet kick and he shifts around so he's more or less completely upside down, his jowls flopping out to show off his big ol' pearly whites. He's sort of smiling for the camera in his sleep now!]}

I think if I was given the choice to go home or stay here, I'd choose the latter. _{[Bertolt stretches his leg out and now he's rubbing his Arcanine's chest with his foot, which earns a low, content rumble that sounds more bear than dog. Gods, why are these Pokemon so ridiculous?]}

If you had the option, uh... What would you choose? And why?

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_{[Bertolt's expression shifts at the thought about calling for help. When he... Did he call for help? Was anyone around to hear him? Or-- Gods, Bertolt swallows the lump in his throat and he tries to rid himself of that train of thought. He hates thinking about that.]}

We know where we all are all the time here, too. ...It's easier to relax when I know that either you're right here or all I have to do is pick up my Pokegear and call you. And if all else, I can just have Marcel track someone down. And if we ever get hurt, we don't have to worry about it crippling us for the rest of our life. They just...

_{[He looks down at his ankle and gives it a few twirls. It stopped aching around two weeks after they got back to Fuschia, but it had still been concerning.]}

We're able to rest when we get injured. We couldn't really do that back home, could we?

[Bertolt could think of someone else who died calling for help while his friends just watched! Maybe that will make him feel better!]

[Or no, probably the opposite of that.]

No, we definitely couldn't. It was always one thing after another back home. [Jean stretches a little, testing his back. It's fine, no pangs or aches at all.] We'd have probably both ended up hurting ourselves worse.

_{[Is it Marcel? It's totally Marcel, isn't it?]}

We'd be put into an early retirement back home if we were pushed after what we did. _{[Bertolt grimaces a little as he plucks his tea bag out of his cup, offering it to Trash-Eren. Try not to get it all over Marcel's fur now!]} ...How's your back anyway? I remember it was making it hard for you to sleep a certain way when we got back here.

[Hot damn, that makes two possible choices!]

[Trash-Eren is only too happy to take that teabag off Bertolt's hands, and slurps it down. He's gotten really good at this and doesn't spill a drop. With both teabags gone, he snuggles down onto Marcel's fluff and starts chatting with the big Arcanine. What have you been up to lately, friend?]

It's back to normal. [Jean manages a thin smile.] Honestly, I think we're all staying here for right now because if he tried to leave, Shiro would go too, and he's not ready to leave yet. He'll hurt his ribs again if he tries to do too much.

[And Jean isn't rescuing him from under a fallen tree again! Or, he would, if the situation presented itself, but he'd really rather not. Please stay safe, Shiro. Don't let anymore trees fall on you.]

Maybe you should borrow Apollo next time you see him. He's pretty good at making people stay put, but he's not rough about it.

_{[Marcel twists around a little on the floor so he can peer up at Trash-Eren and offer some rumble-growls. He never wants to see another mountain on fire again!]}

Just keep him from trying to carry Shiro. I, uh... It's really awkward to be carried around like a bride by someone who's barely taller than Kr--Historia. It's nice, but it's embarrassing when people stop and stare.

The Spheals are doing a good job keeping him pinned down.

[And now, because the conversation has gotten too serious and needs some brevity, Jean leans in and drops his voice, telling Bertolt this next bit in a whisper.]

When they're both on his chest, they look like boobs.

Th--

_{[Jean, no.]}

Jean!

_{[SIR, HAVE YOU EVER SEEN REAL BOOBIES.]}

They totally do!

[Clearly not, if he thinks Spheals are a good substitute!]

What, like you have?

T-They have magazines!

_{[Except he's only seen the covers, and those are very...

They are not very revealing, but still!]}

Yeah, but you have to be eighteen to buy them! So I'm not...

[Jean trails off, his eyes widening as something occurs to him.]

But you are!

[Or will be soon.]

N-Not for another three months!

_{[The woes of being a late end of the year baby.]}

That's sooner than me!

[C'mon, Bertolt, be a bro. You'll be able to buy porn before everyone else, it's your job--nay, YOUR DUTY--to spread it around.]

Where would you even keep it?

_{[Jean. Jean. Tentmate. Roommate. Buddy. Friend.]}

Edited (CLEARLY I CAN'T HTML) 2017-10-11 06:30 (UTC)

What does it matter!

[Somewhere private, obviously!]

It's not like I'm going to just jerk it out and start beating off in front of you, gods!

Jean!

_{[Don't blame him if Polo ever finds it and shows it off to people!]}

Never mind, I'll ask someone else.

Someo-- Jean, you don't--

_{[Bertolt worries at his lip for a moment, his gaze dropping down to his tea.]}

...You don't have to. I'll do it if you want me to, it's just...

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[Sometimes Jean forgets that not everyone is as bold and aggressive as he is, and he softens a little.]

It's okay. If it makes you too nervous, I can ask someone else.

[Ash, maybe? Ash seems like the type that wouldn't mind buying a healthy young man some porn.]

_{[Clearly he needs to be taught how to be assertive and bold.]}

Jean, I-I...

_{[Okay, deep breath, Bertolt!]}

I don't even know what you like.

[That... that is a very good point, actually, and one Jean hadn't thought of. He'd been too excited about the idea of getting his hands on some real, genuine porn to consider the logistics of it. Should he go in to pick it out with Bertolt? No, then they'll know it's for him and might not sell it!]

Uh... girl stuff? I guess?

[He doesn't even know what kind of magazines are out there!]

_{[They couldn't deny entry as long as he was with an adult, right? A good, proper, legal adult!]}

...T-There's probably a lot of, um... girl stuff.

_{[So much girl stuff.]}

[Will Bertolt get a card on his birthday? One that officially says he's an adult? Is that how it works?]

LIke, stuff with boobs.

[Yes, that's a good place to start.]

I want pictures of boobs.

_{[It'd be nice. Then he can stick it on his bag and everyone will know he's an adult! No one can call him a kid anymore!]}

J-Just that?

_{[Gods, that's-- That's going to be a lot.]}

...I don't know if I'll have enough money for everything with that.

You don't have to buy every single one!

[Gods, Bertolt, how many pictures of boobs do you think Jean needs? Even a single picture will increase his number by 100%, so it's not like he needs a library!]

Just like... one or two. Maybe three.

[Variety is important!]

_{[He doesn't know! He doesn't know how any of this works!]}

Uh...

_{[Deep breath, Berto. Don't let him see just how red those ears are.]}

W-What if-- ...What if you came with me?

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