That’s kinda ridiculous. But this is Mike, so there’s no reason Em wouldn’t believe him. Ridiculous things tend to happen to Mike. And Em himself. Both of them.
“S’rough.” Mike’s rolling on his back, and Em’s… grabbing him, with intent to get him to his feet. Or at least onto his own back. He’s not leaving him in the entrance hall, so he’ll just have to carry him up to his room if he can’t walk! “Glad you’re back, though.”
This is kind of a struggle. He’s not very strong.
“Don’t worry about that, man. Missed yours too. So we can make up for it. …Later. Gotta make sure you’re doin’ good first. Eaten anything lately? ‘Cause if not I ain’t letting you rest just yet. Oh, an’ we’re takin’ a trip t’the local Center once you’re feeling less garbage. That way this won’t happen again.”
That’s a lot of things he’s saying, but it’s better than doing no things.
“Should probably tell your girl you’re back once we’ve got you doin’ better. And your sister, she dropped by on your birthday. But obviously you were… not here.”
He manages to stand up, not without some difficulty, and looks around a little.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve ate.” he kind of half-assedly answers. “Food Court doesn’t care if you pay when you order or when you collect so Absol just beat up some kids Pokémon three times a day so we could buy croquettes.”
He’s... he’s been eating nothing but Magnemite Croquettes for three weeks. Somehow that makes sense with Mike.
“And there was a couple of bottles of flat soda in the fridge at the apartment still.”
And soda. Croquettes and months-old soda.
Then Emmet mentions “his girl”. He almost fucks up and asks what he’s on about, but remembers the whole facade with Irene seconds before and catches himself.
“Yeah, I’ll do that. And see Haley. Cat didn’t kill anyone?”
It’s a fair question with Espurr.
“So, uh, weird-ass question but this is just Sinnoh, yeah? Not some messed up hell-universe version, just normal boring cold Sinnoh?”
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