raihan stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, one hand behind his head and the other to his chest, fingers idly tugging and turning the shark took pendant. the necklace piers got him for christmas. he had be so thoroughly, genuinely elated when he’d received it.

after a few moments of minor debate, the dragon-type leader rolls over in his bed, an arm slipping under his pillow and arcing to display his phone to him. raihan presses his mouth into the pillow, thinks for a beat, then opens the display.

TO: piers FROM: raihan

raihan slaps the table in front of piers with his full palm, making the whole thing rattle. people around them are looking at the pair with surprised expressions. a couple of girls near the busy café register giggle. raihan winks at them briefly before collapsing into a chair across from piers.

raihan stares at obstagoon for a long moment before he parses out that the pokémon hadn’t just miraculously grown that much more fur. is that … piers, hiding behind his pokémon? isn’t obstagoon like, almost a full foot shorter than him?

putting a hand on obstagoon’s head, raihan gives the pokémon a friendly pat before leaning over him to smirk down at piers. the necklace dangles over obstagoon’s head and raihan tucks it into his shirt before the pokémon can snatch at it.

there’s always next time, buddy.