(it’s fast edit forgive me. All rights for Nintendo and Game Freak)

give him all the smooches in the world, he’s missed out on a lot of them

離れていたってきこえる by ちはる

           “Hmmm…I would say I’m from here and there,” Groudon waved his hand back and forth, emphasizing that he wasn’t really sure anymore. “I’m an old man, sweetheart, when I was born the world look a lot different than it does now.”             “But you’ve been traveling across the world hmmm? Which region is your favorite thus far?”

“That old, huh?” He couldn’t have meant the literal earth, could he? Then again, if a Pokemon can transform based on its relationship with their trainer, anything was possible. But still...

           “Kalos? Well no wonder it looks and feels nice,” Groudon nodded his head as if understanding now. “So you’re a trainer then? Or at least a traveler if you went to Kalos and now here in Unova.”

“What about you, Mr. Groudon? I’m assuming you’re from Hoenn, right?”

             “Well it is a pleasure to meet you Miss Touko,” Groudon smiled as he nuzzled in closer, yes he did enjoy cuddling a lot. “Where did you get this blanket? I might have to buy one for when I go back to Hoenn, it is extremely soft.”

“Isn’t it? It’s a blanket made Mareep wool I found while visiting Kalos,” she hummed.

“Trust me. I know how to avoid electrical shock living with Emmet.” And all those bloody Joltiks and the Eelectross. One learned quickly. Letting out a light oof at the thrown sponge and then huffing when it flung water he turned to the task at hand. Clean the large dragon. Don’t get shocked. Fun. As he moved closer Ingo was sure to have a hand placed upon Zekrom at all times so he knew just where the man was and scrubbed gently but firmly enough to remove dirt.

Touko slapped Zekrom's leg and signaled for him to lift her up. Obediently, Zekrom lowered his arm and allowed Touko to climb up onto it. He lifted hernd  high enough so she could get to his back. She climbed, a soapy sponge in hand, to his shoulders and began scrubbing around his neck. Most would wonder how she was so fearless with Zekrom, a Pokemon that could have easily killed her.

           “Fine fine, the name’s Groudon. And who might the lovely young lady be?” he hummed the end, as if expecting to get a name out of her also.

“My name is Touko,” she finally answered. She wasn’t going to stress too much over trying to figure out who he was. She figured it would come to her eventually.