(Poke au)
I can’t stop thinking about Avery with a goodra. Specifically the mental image of Avery alot younger with a goomy. I know they were such good friends IMMEDIATELY
Also the mental image of a teenage Der playing tug of war with his Axew like you would with a puppy. Like cmon. That’s so unfair how am I meant to think of anything else. These are too good
It was love at first sight when Avery and Goomy first met, it'd just been Avery and Honey at that point, he might have snuck out and left farther from home than he was supposed to, but he'd be fine! He had Honey with him! She was a very fierce Eevee!
He hadn't expected it to start raining
So he and Honey made a run for what looked like an old overgrown covered bus stop, though calling it a run was generous, it was more like a mad scramble because the sky decided to be emotional and open the floodgates
Thankfully neither of them got too wet, it was already bad enough that Avery was probably going to need to sneak back in after this, he didn't need this to get any worse than it already was
It's been about 10 minutes since it started to rain and it doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon, heck. He's sitting on the ground with Honey on his lap, they were sharing an orange, Honey wiggling in his lap excitedly
But that's when Avery heard what sounded like something coming through the tall grass towards them, and oh no, he really hoped that it was a friendly pokemon also seeking shelter from the rain and not something that would bite him
He freezes when he sees what it was, Avery thinks that the Goomy might just be the cutest little guy he's ever met (Honey not counting), he wants to coo over it so badly but he will refrain! For now at least
Avery hesitantly offers a piece of his orange to the Goomy, to his delight it comes over and eats it from his hand, its eating noises are even cute
Avery might just be doomed.
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Dante struck the moment D3r set the scarf down.
One second it was there—folded, neat, irritatingly required—and the next it was gone, replaced by the faintest rustle and the unmistakable sound of tiny, triumphant feet. D3r turned just in time to see the end of the scarf trailing behind a small green blur, already being enthusiastically wrapped around a very pleased Axew.
“Dante,” D3r sighed, resigned.
The Axew chirped, tangled itself further in fabric, and waddled faster.
It was adorable. Infuriatingly so.
D3r pinched the bridge of his nose and started after it anyway. Cute or not, the school uniform inspections were significantly less forgiving than an Axew with a theft problem.
