She’s careful not to grab at him or move too suddenly–Miles can be flinchy, and Onyx doesn’t want to scare him.

Pulling back, her eyes glint and she giggles. “It’s really good, Milks.”

Onyx is just happy Miles is happy. “It’s good! Thank you!”

She cocks her head, cautiously holding her arms out. Hug…?

“That´s alright, I can get us back to areas you know. Would you like to join me while I clean this?”

He couldn´t help the soft giggle, knowing how lost Miles was without any form of map. Well, from what he heard, the combined Johto-Kanto branch of Rocket was gigantic compared to the Unova compounds, so he couldn´t really blame the poor guy.

“I´m fine, surprisingly. To be completely honest, I didn´t think I´d survive today… I guess I got lucky for once. Thank you for looking out for me Miles.”

Leaning up, Tailor gently wrapped his arms around his friend, holding on tight, still feeling his heart race. Whatever deity had protected him, he truly thanked them.

       “Good, good...” He wrapped his arms right back around him, giving him a quick squeeze- before stopping.

“Ah…alright. U-until tomorrow Sir, I promise I´ll have everything ready.”

With a last short bow, he followed behind the former agent, holding tight to Miles hand. It felt…good to have the other come to his aid. It actually brought a small smile to his lips. 

“…You could have gotten hurt…”

       “Would’ve been a small price to pay to show him he can’t hurt you.” His own smile softened as he turned it on Tailor, giving the other’s hand a quick squeeze. The former agent didn’t really know where he was leading him, but that didn’t matter at the moment.

Ghost clenched his fists and teeth. They hadn’t time from what the other was saying to be arguing and complaining about things. But was he really going to question his Pokemon? Really?

Watching the other leave he picked up his bags, tossing them onto his shoulder and back. Leading Lance out into the wider, open hall before hopping onto his back for take off. Whispering an angry order to the Pokemon.

“Grab him.”

The creature screeched and huffed and with one swift flap of his four powerful wings they two took off down the hall. Flying fast enough to catch up to the other grunt and sweep him off his feet. Miles now held by tooth and nail of the large bat as they made their way right out the exit in no time.

It was when they were a safe bit away that they stopped. Lance dropping the other grunt to the ground and being returned to his Pokeball.

“So.. Where is everyone? The executives? The grunts? Care to explain what’s goin’ on, by the way? ‘Cause I have no idea of anythin’ at all right now.”

       The instant Miles was back on solid ground, he sprang up and put some distance between himself and the crobat, releasing his volcarona.

       “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT WITHOUT WARNING?! I WAS HALF SURE YOU WERE GONNA HAVE ME SLAMMED INTO A WALL, FUCKER!” Because that’s what would’ve happened back in Unova, it was what he was used to. But gods, he was shaking and terrified and pissed and he just wanted to kill someone.

[txt] I´m sure we could help with getting the house ready. 

[txt] he probably needs lots of help with his family in the hospital and all…

The former executive would probably not ask for their help…he seemed rather intend on doing most things on his own as far as Tailor could tell…but he would help in whatever way he could, and if it was only by keeping the house clean.

[txt] oh? i can help with that! whatre we gonna do, specifically? move furniture and stuff? any painting? im pretty strong, i could do a lot of moving!

The more time Miles spends out of Rocket and around people he feels safe with, the less nervous he gets and the more he starts to come out of his shell and show his true self!

[txt] well…executive Proton offered that we could stay until we figure out where to go from here

[txt] I just…I would like to stay somewhere with you…

[txt] nice as always, bless his heart... yeah, i think ill be fine with that [txt] id like to stay with you to! youre one of my best friends [txt] not to mention im wildly attracted to [DELETED]

An answer…gods thank the heavens, Miles was ok! [txt] I´m so glad you´re alright! [txt] I…I was thinking… [txt] I would like to join the executives in Alola… [txt] …would you join us as well?

“Just shut up and put everything you can in that bag. I’m doing the same, just.. please let me have this.”

Once everything from under the bed was checked and cleared and into the bag he tossed himself to the other side of the bed where his other table was.

Quickly going over everything there before picking off the valuable things he refused to leave behind. Envelopes of money he received as gifts, at least two bottles of high quality booze. His journal where he had written everything he couldn’t ever say aloud. It all went straight into the bag.

A few quick moments of adjusting and stuffing the bag with his important things Ghost grabbed his Pokeballs and his hat and he was ready to go.

“There. See? That didn’t take long, now shut up and get on the Crobat.”

Stuffing the extra balls into his bag he tossed one and released the Pokemon.

       “... Are we really going to fly a crobat indoors? I realize we need to hurry, but I don’t think that is very wise.” Especially not with as much as they were carrying... Slinging his own bag over his shoulder, he shifted his weight, looking at the bat suspiciously. They didn’t have them in Unova... how strong was it? And it was far too big to make flying through the halls a viable option.

       “Just wait until we get outside, and then we can fly.” Or at least Ghost could. He was certain enough of his speed (and nervous enough of the bat) that he didn’t think he needed to fly away from the building.

“What announcement?! I heard nothin’!”

Fist clenched and shaking, he could feel his eyes burning with the sense of tears forming. He was confused and in a panic.

Arceus.. he hoped to everything that his friends were ok.. all of them.. heck. He even hoped that the toothpick scientist was alright as much as he disliked him.

“..Please.” whispering towards the ground he turned and started running again until he reached his room. Quickly heading inside and rummaging through everything scattered around. Picking up a second bag and tossing it toward the other without looking up from under his bed as he pointed toward his vanity.

“Take that and start grabbing the makeup from the table over there.”

He was determined to get everything he could that was important. He didn’t want to leave anything that meant something to him here. He just couldn’t.

       With a sigh, Miles started shoving things in the bag, not bothering to be careful. “Please... I don’t know how much time we have until mister Petrel activates the explosives. Material things are not worth your life.” Once he thought he’d managed to grab everything, he looked over at the grunt with a stern expression.

       “Grab your pokemon. We are leaving now. Before both of us die.” Gods... why did the grunt insist on doing this?! Did he not understand how grave the situation was?! Makeup, really???