wake up, sleepyhead

[shootaro]

[Narrator Voice] As Trip and Lucas continue their journey through the Unova region, they stop to take a est in a conveniently empty cabin in the woods and .

While Lucas continued to sleep like the dead, Trip decided to try using the gas stove to cook breakfast. Given that he only had about two meals in his repertoire of culinary skills (omelette and mac 'n cheese...) and only one of them was really appropriate breakfast food (and he didn't randomly carry a bag of elbow macaroni, okay, and cheese would go bad in a backpack&mdas; it wasn't as easily acquired like eggs and ketchup packets were).

He might've had to dry cook it, given the lack of cooking oil, but it was puffy and yellow all the same and the warm, eggy scent should waft throughout the wooden cabin.

Frillish floated nearby in case it needed to douse a fire, not that he'd admit to that.]

Comments

wahh, it's okay Trip!! ;;

[timidtwin]

...mmm.

[He gives a firm nod to confirm, not quite able to meet Trip's gaze yet, and he seemingly can't quite find the strength to say it out loud. He was getting better at talking about it, but it was still a sore point. The tears still pricked at his eyes and he still stood there with his fists clenched, fighting them back. Deep breaths, Lucas. You don't want to worry Treecko, Trip or even his own Pokemon, do you?

Though he's very aware of stray tears running down his cheeks, he forces himself to look up.]

I-it's not your fault, Trip. D-don't feel bad!

there was an attempt

[shootaro]

[Ugh, great, he hurt the kid again! What was he supposed to do...?

Now he's crying.]

... don't tell me that!

[He's so frustrated with the unfamiliar situation and Lucas trying to comfort him while he clearly needs it the most right now that his voice goes high, strained, and he looks terribly lost.

He drops his bag so he can at least keep his pants clean when he kneels (look, he doesn't kneel at all, normally) and tries to hold Lucas' shoulders. When he speaks, it's with as firm a voice as he can manage:]

Don't tell me that when you're the one who's crying.

I'm... [Saying "sorry" was still too much for his pride, hm.]

I didn't meant to hut you, okay?

It's... okay to miss people, okay? I have someone I really miss too. Your memories of them are important, sometimes, they're all you've got.

[He tried?]