ghostytrainer | prank #18 | video/action for route 34

[So it's what...2 in the morning? Yeah, some retarded time like that. Very, very late at night when people (especially growing thirteen year old boys) should be asleep and dreaming and definitely not in the middle of patches of grass right outside of Goldenrod City.]

[Unfortunately, that's where John is tonight. Why? Because his Eevee somehow just knew that tonight was the night for evolution. So that meant that they had to go outside and train RIGHT. NOW.]

[And so they did. Or well...Lestat did. John just tried his hardest not to fall back asleep.]

[At some point all of Lestat's hard work paid off, because when the feed clicks on it's to a very excited John sitting in the middle of the grass hugging an extremely wriggly and irritable-looking Umbreon.]

I knew you liked me! I knew it! Haha, you can't hide it from me anymore, Lestat. You couldn't have evolved unless I made you hap--EEOOOWW!!!

[Seems Lestat decided that that was enough gushing out of the boy for one night and that the perfect way to get him to shut up was to sink his teeth into the boy's left shoulder. Hard.]

[The feed clicks off as Casey abandons the 'gear in favor of pulling the two apart.]

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[ Dave's sitting on the floor, his back against the bed, and he glances up from his 'Gear when the door opens. There's a first-aid kit beside him, and he sets the 'Gear aside in favour of it. ]

What would you even do without me, dude?

Heh, I don't know.

[Shrugging off his green over-shirt, he walks across the room and sits down, cross-legged, in front of Dave.]

Get eaten by my own pokemon? Die of infected Umbreon bite? The possibilities are endless.

[ Dave sits forward a little sluggishly — it's not hard to see that he's tired, but if you look closely, he doesn't look irritated, just ruefully amused.

He produces an alcohol wipe and offers John no warning as he pushes his sleeve out of the way. Shit's gonna sting, though. ]

[Of course it's going to sting, John expects it to sting but ow, fuck that really hurts no matter how much he expects it. Just. Ow. He cringes a bit and clenches his teeth, inhaling sharply.]

What was that bit about you not being able to sleep? I didn't wake you up when I left, did I?

[Because he really tried his best to be as quiet as possible.]

[ He shakes his head, cleaning off the blood around the bite marks and then discarding the wipe. ]

Wasn't asleep when you left.

[ Rummaging through the kit, he produces an antibiotic ointment, which he applies somewhat liberally to John's shoulder. ]

Oh. Guess I didn't really notice. I was kind of half asleep when I left. [He only has half an idea how he even got out there in the first place.]

So what, have you just been sitting here this whole time?

[ Dave is just. Shaking his head in wonder. How did you live this long, John? ]

Pretty much.

[ He pauses for a moment as he's laying a gauze pad over John's shoulder, then continues. ]

Hard to sleep, for some reason. Guess I got used to not.

[That's a very, very good question, Dave. One can only assume that it is sheer luck keeping him alive at this point.]

Oh, so it's not because you just can't sleep without me? Here I felt special for a minute. [He rubs at his eye with his right hand. Someone really wants to go back to sleep...] So what, is it because of Sburb then?

[ He moves on to the tape next, securing the edges of the gauze carefully. He's actually done this a lot; fighting with Bro over the years ensured that basic first aid was a skill in his repertoire. ]

Not used to being safe enough to sleep, I guess? I mean, it's getting easier, but I still wake up all the time.

[ He opens his mouth again, but seems to think better of it and closes it. ]

[John, on the other hand, sleeps like the dead every night. He doesn't have trouble sleeping, he has trouble waking back up.]

Oh...I see. Well hopefully you will get used to it soon. Nothing's going to happen to you here, so...yeah.

[He'll wonder what you were about to say but he's not going to press it.]

Yeah, I'll get over it.

[ He smooths the last bit of tape into place and tosses the roll back into the kit, then lightly punches John in his uninjured shoulder. ]

Unless you keep zombie-ing your ass off in the middle of the night and making me stay up ironically to wait for you to come back to bed.

Hehe, I promise I will try not to make this a regular thing. I know how much you need your beauty sleep. [He giggles for a moment.]

But seriously. Thanks, Dave.

[ Dave rolls his eyes, but he's smiling a little. Juuust a little. ]

Yeah, no problem.

[And John just...does that thing where he grins like a derp.]

Well then, if you have no objections, I am going to head back to bed. What about you?

Sounds like a plan.

[ Pushing the first-aid kit under the bed, where he's sure he'll forget he put it later, he flops on the bed and stretches out. It'll probably be easier to sleep now that John's back, for whatever ironic or unironic reason. ]

[Did John notice where you put it? Not really. Plus he's tired so they'll be lucky if either of them remembers where that blasted first aid kit is when they need it next.]

Hehe, I put a lot of effort into coming up with that plan. I'm glad that you approve of it. [Flopping on the bed sounds like an awesome idea to John, so he will just follow suit. Only, he lays on his side and curls up slightly instead of stretching out.]

Obviously your plans are the best plans.

[ He stifles a yawn at the end of that sentence, then laces his hands behind his head. By the time he wakes up, he'll probably be sprawled half-on-top of John. ]

You know it.

[Oh, wait. Glasses. He needs to actually take those off. Okay. Now he is ready to go to sleep.]

Good night, Dave.

[He won't be surprised. It's what happened almost every morning in Azalea. He's pretty much used to waking up with Dave invading his personal space at this point.]

[ After a glance at John, he takes his shades off, too, and lays them aside, closing his eyes. ]

Night, John.

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