One For The Road | Miles
It was a little odd to see the loft so barren of the little touches the shark and his boyfriend had given it. It was back to looking like a sales pitch waiting to happen, like what Tony saw the first time he’d walked in the door. Memories of possessions were stuffed into the cardboard boxes that were still around the floor. There was less and less every few days, Tony thought it was easier to ship some of the things through the mail and save their pokemon the strain of a long, heavy flight.
Tony zoned out and stared at the box he was packing up, full of more delicate things. Game systems, glass things, the lunar feather Miles gave him. It was some of the last things that needed to be packed other than necessities. Tony snapped out of the staring contest he was having with the box as the microwave dinged from the kitchen. He let out a small sigh as he shut the box and taped it shut before Miles came and sat down on the couch next to him with some crudely made microwave nachos.
It was a little weird to have Miles home around during the day after months of being busy with a job. Tony wouldn’t have minded it, but Miles just seemed to get more down the closer they got to heading to Unova. He shifted his mouth around before he reached and grabbed a chip from the other.
“Can’t believe we’ll be back in Castelia in a week.” Tony said tiredly before he popped the slightly soggy chip in his mouth.
