Children, please.

“So, uh, Hiroko told you that killing Pokemon in battle in this region is illegal already, right? It’s all just for fun.”

“Yuki, I was thinking — what if you come with on my next visit to the mainland? Shingen should be able to handle things without you for a few months, I would think.”

    Hiroko plants a kiss on her boyfriend’s cheek and presses a box into his hands--chocolate-covered strawberries and sweet, sugary marshmallows shaped like little tepig heads. “Happy Valentines.” / @sanadaas

    “SORAAA! SORA, WHERE DID MAMA GO?!” A very distressed young eevee has clambered onto her elder’s back, whining like it’s the end of the world because Hiroko left her here (never mind the fact that she was the one who wandered off as they were leaving.) The only logical conclusion would be to bother Sora, who would surely know where Hiroko was, considering how much time their humans spent together. | @sanadaas

    “I’m heading south.” She gives the boy a deliberately vague answer, just to be safe. Terrera’s warlord may have been nice, but she’s scared nonetheless. “I’m not sure how much farther I have to go, but I’ll get there eventually.” Maybe she could find her way to a port and hitch a ride to Fontaine instead. Then getting home would be easy. | @sanadaas 

    “Alola might be fun. I think you’d like surfing.” Her voice is monotone, a dull, steady melancholic that hurts to listen to when normally she’d be so much more animated. “Just as long as we’re away from Ransei.”