( C L O S E T )
Send me “closet” and I’ll generate a number to see what our muses do while stuck in the closet for 7 minutes.
The first question Falkner had was, well, how on earth did his Lugia manage to fit itself from the head to the base of its wings into the cramped closet of his bedroom. Why it had brought him there was his second question.
"Lugia," he simply said, stroking the underside of the great avian's neck. Honestly, he didn't really know what to say to the creature. Never had another bird acted anything like this legendary did, and he never knew how to deal with it. Sighing, he continued, slowly, struggling to find the words needed to address the Pokémon, "what are you doing? It's getting late, so you need to quiet down if you're going to sleep in the house tonight."
As if that was going to help coax the situation; Falkner knew it had a mind of its own. Instead, he was met with the usual quiet chirps that the bird always chirped at him - and him alone. Why did his Pokémon act so strangely around him so often? Perhaps it was just because Lugia was isolated for most of its life and was now seeing companionship. He smiled softly at his Pokémon. From now on, he was with it, so it wouldn't need to be alone anymore.
It was during that thought that he was pressed against the ground by something very large and very wet. He shivered, squirming beneath what he had then realized was a very large, Lugia tongue. This was also, most certainly, something that he had never experienced from one of his birds.
"Lugia, stop--" He had gone to scold the beast that had cornered him only to be struck once again by the tongue. This time it was doubly disgusting as he could have sworn that, during his shouting, it had managed to lick his own tongue. The thought itself made him both cringe and shudder in disgust. This had now gone too far.
"Stop!" He had now fully raised his voice at the Pokémon, frowning as much as his face would allow for. The Lugia could not stand frowning from its master, and that was the advantage that Falkner had on his Pokémon. Well, that and the fact that he could return the Pokémon to its Pokéball, but he was never one to rely on Pokéballs. For Lugia, it was either his house or its cage - and he was hoping that it would be able to behave well enough for once to stay in his home.
It seemed to have backed out enough to give him some space, and Falkner seized this opportunity as his escape. Ducking out, underneath the great beast's enormous neck, he stood outside of the closet, still frowning slightly for when Lugia turned around.
"You're still free to stay in my house for now, but one more incident and you're out, alright?"
And with that, he rubbed his hand between the Pokémon's back spines with the intention to reassure it. The birdkeeper really should have known better, though, as he was only going to unleash more unwanted attention from his beloved guardian of the seas.
8. Make out on the floor.
