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11th Piece // Ecruteak City // Action/Text

[-the strangest alarm clock he'd ever heard... He didn't remember setting any at all. Perhaps it was in the room next door? Jounouchi's, or... Anzu's? Either way... It did sound kind of familiar. Like an animal call-

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Maaaaa!

[Rolling slightly, Yuugi struggles confused against a soft weight on his legs. It bounces off fast enough- a little puff of yellow he spots as he opens his eyes. It takes a second, but the quick sight eventually registers, making him sit bolt upright in bed.

Just in time for his Growlithe to let out a bark and tackle his lap, licking his face before Yuugi can stop gawking.]

I-Isami?! What are you- How did- Okay, okay!

[But his attempts to stop him are half-hearted, and he's hugging the small dog to him as he looks up, only to spot his Togetic over head, and Natu bouncing up his sheets.]

You too?! So, then- I'm the one that moved, right?

[It certainly didn't look like his room on the ship, after all. And it might have been a long time - on his end - but he still vaguely recognizes the center decor around him. Except... He's beginning to think it's been a good while since he was last here, too. Because when he looks around for his Mareep Bakuto - expecting to find she was the source of yellow he saw before - he finds her, plus some.

Some four baby Mareep scrambling all around the floor around his bed, with a tiny Vulpix trying to climb up into the wind, to boot.

As such, anyone is welcome to hear all the poké-racket and come investigate, but everyone is getting this message!]

Last thing I remember here, I was making a message on the network...

Can anyone tell me when that was?

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[Malik totally wasn't up to anything while you were out co---oh, who is he kidding, he's spent the past week leveling up his Psychic-types and trying to get their brainwaves to influence wild Pokémon in the area. (There are as a result some very oddly behaving creatures on the outskirts of town. Experiments are going well.)

Currently, however, he's dropping off his PokéBalls for a check-up and heading to see how Yuugi's doing - only to hear the commotion inside.

Poking his head in the door, he stares, then beams.]

So you've met your wake-up surprise!

[-sorry, what's that? He was in the middle of scratching a Growlithe belly with a not-holding-his-gear hand and making would-be irritated comments to Bakuto, so who's-

Enjoy the stare, because you're getting it. First shocked, then happy, then- "oh yes, this isn't the same one is it, and he's still..." look, and then grinning himself.]

Malik!

[Look at that, hopping out of bed and standing tall~~er?~~ already, sending tiny yellow cotton and red fur to his feet to sniff the apparently-doesn't-sleep-forever breeder.]

So, this is Johto, right? Of course- I just. It's so weird seeing you!

[But, a good thing, apparently?]

[....you grew.

And you're honestly happy to see him.

Malik hides his consternation behind a concerned, if enthusiastic, smile. What exactly have you been imagining, to say such things, to react this way....]

Still Johto, still me. And there's a traitor in our midst, winning the hearts of impressionable ladies.

I kind of failed at looking after them, huh?

[His Vulpix slinks in, hoping to go unnoticed, and then wanders over to its foxy son for grooming time. You are the favorite, small foxy son. He does not care who knows.]

[You bet he's happy! Here he was about to leave a few of his friends behind for the airport tomorrow... And now he's back with one of them for who knows how long!

Awkward setback or not.

But he'll follow to focus as led, turning to eye first the impressionable lady and then the clear papa, going after a boy who does not want down and will scurry under the bed if grabbed, thanks so much!]

Ah-ha, don't worry about it! I don't want a room full, but a few more kids isn't too bad- If I can... Uh...

[Well, there is one already tackling at his foot, but he has Isami in his arms, so he ignores it for now.]

I wasn't out for long, was I? It feels that way, but- That's probably just my end!

About a week.

[Where are you going, small foxy son? Allow Vulpix to parent you!

Malik watches the foxes disappear under the bed, hoping his question won't sound as charged as he feels.]

.....did it feel a lot longer?

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