victory_road | mall rats gym rats (closed)

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mall rats gym rats (closed)

Who: Marco, Jean & Armin/Marco & Annie

Where: Goldenrod Mall

When: 12/13 and 12/21/18

Summary: Christmas shopping, post-Gym talking, trekking and more!

Rating: PG?

Log:

Gym Rats, 12/13

Just outside Violet City, there's the familiar sounds of battle on one of the routes. There's the very excited sounds of a Meowth working her way through some Pidgey's, and the sound of Marco congratulating her when she defeats them.

He scratches behind her ears, getting a little purr. Sushi is still touch and go some days, but today is a good day. Viola is tucked into his backpack, paws on his shoulder, and she gives a bark as she sees someone.

Marco looks up, and immediately smiles, because he recognizes them. "Annie!"

Mall Rats, 12/21/18

After picking up their eggs from Connor and Hank, the three have ended up in the Goldenrod mall. Marco is trailed by Viola, who has her tail up high and proud from her recent Gym victory, and his new Pikipek, who has taken an interest in Armin's hair and keeps poking at it.

Marco keeps shooing Niles away and giving Armin and Jean odd looks. It might be because he has an idea he wants to float with the both of them, but he's not bringing it up yet. For now, they're stopped in front of a fashion store, mostly by virtue of Viola, but Marco points at one of the travel jackets.

"You think that would work for when it gets colder?"

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"Yeah, I think we'll have to talk to him today," Marco acknowledges with a slight grimace. He knows that's not a lot of time to ease Jean into the idea - but maybe it's like removing a bandage, where fast is sometimes good. Don't give him too long to agonize over it, right?

They reach the store, where some thicker jackets are on display, and he leans down to scoop Viola up, Niles having settled onto Armin's shoulder and giving a soft cooing noise.

"Thank you, though, for helping me talk to him. I want him to know I'll be safe."

In Armin's mind, Marco has already been giving out several subtle hints about wanting to do a bit of travelling --wanting to buy proper travelling clothes certainly was a bit of a hint-- but Jean seems keen on ignoring them. If so, better he be shocked into it. Rather than ease yourself into the cold water, Armin knows sometimes you just have to drop in all at once.

"I think deep down inside he knows you'll be absolutely safe. We were safe when we travelled around. And, really, they send ten-year-olds out on journeys here. You are far more capable than that." Quite the stellar assessment of Marco's skills there. " He'll just need to admit that to himself too."

Armin glances at Jean, a bit ahead of them still. "Maybe it is best if we go to one of the little cafes after this. Tell him we want something warm to drink. We can corner him there. He won't be able to dodge the conversation there. I can bring up some of the travelling we did and we can... sort of ease him into the subject."

What do you mean, conversations don't need strategy plans?

Stop plotting against him, you nerds.

Jean rejoins them, having given Gulliver some money and very specific instructions about what to buy. He's probably still going to come back with no change and a new keychain dangling off him, but that's okay; it's the price of doing business with a Klefki.

"Hey, are either of you guys hungry? Because one of the ladies at the last shop told me about a place around here with good burritos."

"That sounds like a good idea. Food always makes people more amenable."

Marco says this to Armin with a knowing smile. Conversations so need strategy plans! Although planning is cut short by Jean re-appearing, Niles giving a faint cry and then deciding to fly up and investigate Jean's blonde hair.

Marco gives Viola a little squeeze, sharing a look with Armin.

"I could eat. Someone gave me some recommendations about hot sauce recently."

Armin wrinkles his nose at the mention of hot sauce. "You should be careful with those. Some are really strong."

Armin is absolutely a wimp when it comes to spicy things. He doesn't mind a bit for flavouring, but he has a pretty low threshold. Comes from growing up in a world where the most exotic spice is salt.

"Hi, Nile." Jean simply accepts the sudden addition of a Pokemon in his hair, and starts leading the way towards the food court.

"Don't listen to Armin, hot sauce is great. You should go easy at first, though; it can sneak up on you when you're not expecting it."

This is why Niles likes you, Jean. He begins grooming Jean's hair into a position he likes it. Marco, meanwhile, is listening to both of them.

"That's what the other person suggested - to take it easy until I found what I liked."

"It still feels a bit masochistic to eat something that you know hurts."

Because that is what hot sauce does to him. It just hurts. And while Annie might call him a masochist, he's not the 'drown my food in hot sauce' masochist. Only deeply upsetting information for him, thank you very much.

"That's half the fun!"

That, and watching your friends agonize over how hot something is. That's also pretty entertaining.

"Even if you don't like the hot sauce, burritos are full of meat, cheese, and sauce. There's nothing to not like about them."

"Sasha took me out to a burrito place a little while ago. They are very tasty," he agrees with a grin. And for Armin, he shrugs a little bit.

"I guess it depends on how bad it hurts. Like, the days when we trained and were used to it, so the ache was just a small thing."

"I think that is a different sort of situation..." Like, the ache there had been unavoidable. Hot sauce though? Totally avoidable. Honestly, Armin feels food in general in this world tastes ridiculously good (probably has something to do with having fresh ingredients and meat that isn't old and chewy and no yeasting everything) so he doesn't feel the need for something that hurts, makes his entire face turn red and makes his eyes water like crazy.

"Don't worry, Armin, I'll get a plain one for you." Jean drops a wink at Marco. "And I'll bring hot sauce packets for us."

Once they're in the food court, Jean herds Marco and Armin to a table, then heads off to get the burritos, leaving them to ~~plot against him further~~ talk and keep each other entertained.

Niles goes with Jean, nestled comfortably in his hair. Marco watches them both go, then turns to Armin, Viola hopping up into Marco's lap as she's used to.

"Well, that worked out pretty well. And there's a lot of people around, so he'll be less likely to make a scene."

Less likely; it's still not impossible.

Nothing is impossible, but Jean has matured. And he usually is conscious enough of people around him to not want to make a scene and possibly embarrass himself.

Well, barring Eren-related scenes. Those happen anywhere and anyplace.

"How do you want to do this? Do you want to bring it up first, or shall I try and get him talking about our old camping trips to get him reminiscing first?"

"I think reminiscing will be safer. We saw what happened when I tried to bring up travelling around - he just wouldn't hear anything different."

Marco gives a small sigh, patting Viola's back.

"True." Armin gives Marco a small but encouraging smile at the sigh. It's okay, buddy. He's got your back. He fully supports your right and desire to travel, and he'll make sure to convince ~~your other dad~~ Jean. "Then, leave it up to me. I think I know a good way to get him reminiscing."

"Thank you, again," Marco says with a little smile. "After you get him reminiscing, I can mention that it sounds like something fun to do. And... I have a friend who's offered to travel with me."

Because he asked her, fairly, but still.

"Oh, you've already found someone to travel with?"

That is quick, but then, Marco has always been the type to make friends easily. It's something in his personality. He's just so mild and patient that he had even been able to befriend Jean before Jean matured a bit more and got easier to be around.

"Burritos!"

Jean has returned, and sets the tray down with a flourish; he came back with three burritos, three orders of fries, and three sodas. "They're all the same right now, so grab whichever one you want. Nile, I believe you have something for Marco?"

Agreeably, Nile hops off Jean's head onto the table, and parades over to Marco to drop a hot sauce packet in his lap.

"Good boy!"

"Yes -"

But before Marco can let Armin know who it is ~~and sabotage himself~~ Jean arrives with the burritos. He sits up a little straighter, not quite managing 'casual' before he relaxes after a second, laughing as Nile hops over and drops a hot sauce packet on Viola.

Marco picks it up and rubs the bird's head. "Thanks, buddy." He'll feed him a bit of his fries as thanks, watching him chomp them down with his beak.

"Already teaching him tricks without me?"

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Armin takes his own share of the food, making himself comfortable. His voice is only very slightly forced as he launches into the phrase he has been preparing in his mind, quickly losing that edge when he settles into the lie. "I was just telling Marco about the first time we had these. We all got so sick."

There are probably some bushes along that route that still haven't recovered. Turns out combining some underfed kids with a huge, fatty meal of meat and beans does tend to lead to some intestinal distress.

"He wanted to help, so I gave him a packet to carry."

And asked Gulliver to coach him a little, which helped. Gulliver is very, very persuasive with his jingling.

Armin knows Jean well, maybe too well; the moment he brings up them getting sick while traveling, Jean bursts out laughing. "Oh my gods! We traveled about a mile that day! It was horrible! One person would stop shitting and then five minutes later, another one would start!"

Ha ha, poop jokes. What a prince.

"Thank you, Niles." The bird squawks, hobbling over to sit on Marco's shoulder and nip at his ear until he feeds him burrito.

Also, of course. Poop jokes are the best for dumb teenage boys. Marco has to cover a grin.

"Was it like when everyone found grapes out in the wild?"

Oh god, maybe Armin should've been more exact in picking old travel memories to bring up, because boy, it looks like this conversation is heading for the shitter real fast.

He scrunches up his face a bit, eyeing his burrito. "Maybe this isn't the best subject while having food..."

AKA, grow some manners, you fucking heathens. No poop talk at the table.

Armin can't say he's surprised that this is the direction the conversation turned, or that Jean ignores his plea for politeness entirely to answer Marco.

"It was worse, if you can imagine. Fewer of us getting sick, but we were really sick. I think at one point it was coming out both ends."

As described cheerfully as he starts shoving burrito into his mouth. No shame, this one.

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Nile, whenever he's out of the ball: finds a sauce packet, drops it in people's laps

Slowly Marco's bag just fills with stolen sauce packets

that'll make him popular on the traveling circuit!

hello, i am the man with the Hot Sauce

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