#galarglory

gloria thought he was waving hi he was actually trying to get out of the picture

"Hey Ree. Did yew tell Lance yew gave de red chain shards tuh ot'ers?" She knew Lance was there for everything Ree went through. So he must have known Ree had those pieces. She just doesn't know if Lances knows that she has a piece yet or not. She hasn't told him she's been a little nervous to do so and was hoping that by now she'd have thought of a better solution for hiding it than just wearing it around.

Ree raises their eyebrow at the question. The two of them are parked at the boardwalk, sharing a snow-come. It’s cherry flavored.

“Yeah, uhm, he knows.” Ree’s knee jiggles a bit, nervously tapping on their wheelchair’s footrest. “Actually, he’s the one that told me ta do that. He said either destroy it or bury it or hide it or scatter it… I decided ta scatter. Seemed like the smarter choice.”

They poke their spoon at the half-finished snow cone.

Lance doesn't even think, the command roaring out of his mouth and Noodle's pokeball leaving his hand the instant his brain recognizes the figure beneath the legendary bird. Ho-oh towers over Gloria, and every instinct Lance has ever possessed sits up and takes notice.

Noodle doesn't hesitate to obey the command; he fires directly on target. Lance can feel his alarm and recognition the moment Noodle sees Gloria for himself and it only heightens his own emotions. The startled shriek of anger the bird lets loose leaves Lance sucking in a breath, pressure snapping down as if gravity had just been turned up ten fold.

Angry eyes snap to Lance, wings flapping once then twice to throw off the last flecks of hyper beam.

"Move," the champion roars in Gloria's direction as he throws himself off of Berry Mixer's back and half tumbles across the ground to pop back on his feet. She's close and he just needs to keep moving –

"Technically Ah got t'ree. My bio dad, my step-dad Davey 'nd Lance! ... Lance is de only one dat really feels like a dad t'ough."

Quietly into the distance.