"I'll share the blankets with you."
Disney Movies Were Important, Very Important. They Were Especially Important When Played In A Marathon For Two Criminals In A Dark And Otherwise Empty Break Room For An Entire Day.
Meowth And Lyra Seemed To Have Built A Friendship On The Strangest Of Circumstances, Between Finding Overly-Friendly Legendary Pokemon And Becoming Trapped In A Torturous Time-Travelling Elevator, A Shared Love Of Animated Films Seemed Like The Most Normal Thing The Pair Could Bond Over, No Matter How Strange It May Have Been For A Pair Of Bad Guys. Well, They Were Supposed To Be Bad Guys Anyway, After Watching An Orphaned Baby Deerling Call Out For It’s Mother It Was Hard To Tell.
They’d Somehow Managed To Waste An Entire Day Watching The Cartoons And Not Been Questioned About It, It Seemed No One Had Dared Disturb The Two While The TV Was On And They’d Made Quite A Dent In Their Stolen DVD Collection. By The Time The Sun Was Beginning To Set, The Girl And Pokemon Had Seen Beautifly And The Beast, Cyndaquilla, Mulanturn, And A Little Of Everything In Between, How They’d Gotten Away With It In The Break Room Of All Places Was A Mystery, But Neither Bothered To Question Their Luck When There Were Musical Numbers To Be Quietly Hummed Along With.
By The Time They Reached The Pyroar King, Lyra Was Buried Under A Blanket And Meowth Was Struggling To Stay Awake Through Even The Most Upbeat Songs Like I Just Can’t Wait To Evolve And Kakuna Rattata. As Much As The Feline Wanted To Watch The Two Lion Pokemon Be Reunited And Catch Up With A Classic Romantic Number, He Found His Eyelids Falling Shut Every So Often And Staying That Way For A Few Moments Before He Managed To Jolt Himself Awake Again. He Was Just Attempting To Stifle A Yawn In The Most Subtle Manner Possible - And Failing At That - When A Voice Grabbed The Cat’s Attention.
"I’ll share the blankets with you."
He Blinked At The Girl For A Moment, Words Still Processing As She Lifted The End Of The Blanket Closest To The Feline In Offering. Once It Had Clicked, Meowth Smiled And Muttered A Drowsy “T’anks” In Return Before Climbing Under The Blankets And Settling On Her Lap Comfortably Like A Furry Hot Water Bottle. By The Time The Fire Types Had Defeated Their Enemies And Reclaimed Their Home, Both Rockets Had Dozed Off In A Heap On The Couch, Unaware Of The Large Pink Fire Bird Watching The End Of The Movie From The Window And Cawing Enthusiastically, He Loved A Happy Ending.












