fic: Ho-Hum
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bonnefoisTitle: Ho-Hum
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Barry/Lucas
Rating: PG at most
Word count: 885
Author's note: More of Rush Hour. For Mels, because.
"Well, we best get goin', partner," Barry tipped his cowboy hat and moseyed off. They had spent entirely too much time in Solaceon town, and one Rapidash riding and roping contest later, Barry had picked up on the lingo a little too much for his own good. Lucas knew he probably should've been more annoyed about this than he was, but for one, it being Barry, this random whim would probably last all of five minutes before he decided to run off and do something else, like dress up like a spaceman, and two, those leather chaps kept distracting him when he wanted to speak up.
Besides, becoming a cowboy for five minutes was hardly the strangest thing Barry had ever done.
They made their way north with the ruins in mind. The thick grass meant no biking, though Barry tended to prefer running, and would even offer to race Lucas at the fastest speed. He'd come pretty close to winning a lot of the time, too.
Lucas pulled out a can from his bag and shook it, and then began to liberally spray it over himself. He repeated the same with Barry, who stepped back so fast he nearly fell into the grass.
"Ugh, what did you spray me with?" Barry said.
"Repel, to keep the wild pokémon away," Lucas said absently.
"It smells like your socks, ewwww," Barry said. "No wonder the pokémon are running away. At this rate, our own pokémon will run away!"
"It's going to wear off soon enough," Lucas said. "It only lasts a hundred steps."
"I should hope so! It's like we ran into the baby of a Muk and a Stunky who rolled around in a sewer for a while!"
"So, you're saying it's extra Stunky?" Lucas said.
"Ha ha."
"But, really, you've never used a repel? Not even once?" Lucas said, looking back to Barry. An unusual position for him. Usually Barry was charging off ahead. But it was hard to run in leather chaps.
"Nope. I just keep running. If I don't want to meet wild pokémon, I let my Rapidash out and we run together," Barry said.
Somehow, Lucas wasn't surprised. They kept walking through the thick grasses up north of Solaceon town. The sun was hot, summer at its most refined, like a pokémon had used Sunny Day.
"I'm beat," Barry said.
"Already?" Lucas said. He looked back, put at another
"These pants are tight and weird, like I'm tied up and stuff," Barry said. He puffed his cheeks out and flopped down into the grass. The Repel had about worn out as it was. Lucas sighed, and sat down too. In the thick grass, the sun wasn't quite so bright, like they'd found some secret world of their own. When they were younger, they probably would've taken advantage of this and made a fort posthaste, but being as they weren't five anymore, and it was too hot to do anything, they just laid back.
Barry's hat had tumbled off, and his hair was even more askew than usual.
They were spread out, looking at the sky. The grass was thick against his back, tickling his his palms. Barry had a little reed of grass between his fingers, and he kept blowing against it, making sounds like a Psyduck with a migraine, and maybe some gym socks stuck in its mouth for good measure.
Lucas absently tapped one of his pokéballs and it opened up, his Altaria floating out. It would be no good to be surprised by a wild pokémon, after all.
It dove in towards Barry like a sunny summer day in bird form, its cloud wings embracing him. The grass fell out of his mouth and Barry stared up, dumbfounded. The Altaria began to make a humming noise as it nuzzled against Barry.
"Whazzat?" Barry said. "I never saw it do that before! Did I accidentally do the Altaria mating call with my grass? That'd be weird."
"Nah," Lucas said. "According to the pokédex, that means it likes you."
"Huh, I've befriended one of your pokémon," Barry said. He lifted it up and cooed at the Altaria, who happily made a sort of cooing sound back.
"Again," Lucas said with a smile.
"Call me daddy!" Barry said. The Altaria hummed some more. "Da-ddy. Daddy!"
"I hate to break in on your attempt to steal my pokémon, but what on Earth are you doing?" Lucas said.
"Well, I basically am, now. I'm its daddy!" Barry said.
"Then what am I?" Lucas said.
"Its trainer? Friend? Other daddy?" Barry suggested with a shrug.
This would usually be the point where Lucas had to input some witty remark, but honestly, he was blanking. Barry cooed some more at Altaria, and Lucas muttered to himself well, Altaria, it looks like you have two daddies now.
Cicadas buzzed in the background, there was a warble of far off birdsong. The soundtrack to a summer, he thought. Lucas leaned back and closed his eyes, succumbing to the summer heat. Altaria spread out its cloud wings like it was reaching out to hug both of them, humming all along.
Series: Pokémon
Character/pairing: Barry/Lucas
Rating: PG at most
Word count: 885
Author's note: More of Rush Hour. For Mels, because.
"Well, we best get goin', partner," Barry tipped his cowboy hat and moseyed off. They had spent entirely too much time in Solaceon town, and one Rapidash riding and roping contest later, Barry had picked up on the lingo a little too much for his own good. Lucas knew he probably should've been more annoyed about this than he was, but for one, it being Barry, this random whim would probably last all of five minutes before he decided to run off and do something else, like dress up like a spaceman, and two, those leather chaps kept distracting him when he wanted to speak up.
Besides, becoming a cowboy for five minutes was hardly the strangest thing Barry had ever done.
They made their way north with the ruins in mind. The thick grass meant no biking, though Barry tended to prefer running, and would even offer to race Lucas at the fastest speed. He'd come pretty close to winning a lot of the time, too.
Lucas pulled out a can from his bag and shook it, and then began to liberally spray it over himself. He repeated the same with Barry, who stepped back so fast he nearly fell into the grass.
"Ugh, what did you spray me with?" Barry said.
"Repel, to keep the wild pokémon away," Lucas said absently.
"It smells like your socks, ewwww," Barry said. "No wonder the pokémon are running away. At this rate, our own pokémon will run away!"
"It's going to wear off soon enough," Lucas said. "It only lasts a hundred steps."
"I should hope so! It's like we ran into the baby of a Muk and a Stunky who rolled around in a sewer for a while!"
"So, you're saying it's extra Stunky?" Lucas said.
"Ha ha."
"But, really, you've never used a repel? Not even once?" Lucas said, looking back to Barry. An unusual position for him. Usually Barry was charging off ahead. But it was hard to run in leather chaps.
"Nope. I just keep running. If I don't want to meet wild pokémon, I let my Rapidash out and we run together," Barry said.
Somehow, Lucas wasn't surprised. They kept walking through the thick grasses up north of Solaceon town. The sun was hot, summer at its most refined, like a pokémon had used Sunny Day.
"I'm beat," Barry said.
"Already?" Lucas said. He looked back, put at another
"These pants are tight and weird, like I'm tied up and stuff," Barry said. He puffed his cheeks out and flopped down into the grass. The Repel had about worn out as it was. Lucas sighed, and sat down too. In the thick grass, the sun wasn't quite so bright, like they'd found some secret world of their own. When they were younger, they probably would've taken advantage of this and made a fort posthaste, but being as they weren't five anymore, and it was too hot to do anything, they just laid back.
Barry's hat had tumbled off, and his hair was even more askew than usual.
They were spread out, looking at the sky. The grass was thick against his back, tickling his his palms. Barry had a little reed of grass between his fingers, and he kept blowing against it, making sounds like a Psyduck with a migraine, and maybe some gym socks stuck in its mouth for good measure.
Lucas absently tapped one of his pokéballs and it opened up, his Altaria floating out. It would be no good to be surprised by a wild pokémon, after all.
It dove in towards Barry like a sunny summer day in bird form, its cloud wings embracing him. The grass fell out of his mouth and Barry stared up, dumbfounded. The Altaria began to make a humming noise as it nuzzled against Barry.
"Whazzat?" Barry said. "I never saw it do that before! Did I accidentally do the Altaria mating call with my grass? That'd be weird."
"Nah," Lucas said. "According to the pokédex, that means it likes you."
"Huh, I've befriended one of your pokémon," Barry said. He lifted it up and cooed at the Altaria, who happily made a sort of cooing sound back.
"Again," Lucas said with a smile.
"Call me daddy!" Barry said. The Altaria hummed some more. "Da-ddy. Daddy!"
"I hate to break in on your attempt to steal my pokémon, but what on Earth are you doing?" Lucas said.
"Well, I basically am, now. I'm its daddy!" Barry said.
"Then what am I?" Lucas said.
"Its trainer? Friend? Other daddy?" Barry suggested with a shrug.
This would usually be the point where Lucas had to input some witty remark, but honestly, he was blanking. Barry cooed some more at Altaria, and Lucas muttered to himself well, Altaria, it looks like you have two daddies now.
Cicadas buzzed in the background, there was a warble of far off birdsong. The soundtrack to a summer, he thought. Lucas leaned back and closed his eyes, succumbing to the summer heat. Altaria spread out its cloud wings like it was reaching out to hug both of them, humming all along.
