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Morty thought to himself for a moment, wondering just what might be of interest. Of course he’d done a bit of research, but he mostly wanted Michael to show him things he found important.

“Anything at all, really,” he said. “Especially those things related to your journey. I would like to understand how you did what you did, for Johto’s sake.”

He was glad to be in Orre, finally. Though he loved to stay in Ecruteak, it was important to travel when possible, especially to visit new friends. Michael was an odd bird, to be certain, so full of conflicting things, but very much good hearted, with a great sense of purpose when he chose to focus.

“But please, I am an alien here. You must show me whatever you think is important for me to understand Orre better.” 

Michael considered it for a moment, nodding before pointing off to another section of Gateon Port, over past the repair place. “Since we’re here, then, well... I can show you the machine that got me to Citadark when I needed it to.” 

Gesturing again in the general direction, he continued, “It’s called Robo-Kyogre. After the Hoenn legend. It was refitted for me, so it could cross the stormiest of seas. Cipher had created artificial waves to keep people from the island, and...”

He rubbed at the back of his neck, glancing to and away from Morty in quick succession. “Did you, ah, have any luggage you wanted to take care of first, though? Sorry if I’m rushing you...”

He cleared his throat, waiting for a confirmation to continue onwards. 

Big Brother | Morty & Michael

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Hey there, Merry Christmas! Use this lotion for literally everything. It's made from a sweet smelling flower to keep you feeling fresh! ~ your Secret Santa

“Uh...thanks,” he said. Michael couldn’t really imagine using it himself, but maybe his sister would like it? It did smell nice, after all...

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Michael almost said ‘Yeah, I know,’ but he held back the snide comment. There was no point to it. He just hadn’t liked being reminded that, well, they were undeniably back. So instead he nodded, following the other out of the Outskirt Stand with as much haste as he’d entered it. Michael didn’t want to interrupt his speech, but hearing about his fame soured his stomach even further, and really, they didn’t have time. 

Though he also supposed if they were too late already, being another two minutes behind wouldn’t do too much harm. 

“Wes. Okay. I’ll remember that. Just...follow me. I’ve got a scooter that can get over the desert, and it’s probably a twenty-minute ride from here. Unless your ride is faster and can handle two people?” It looked rather...interesting, to say the least, but speed was speed and he’d put up with being a passenger if necessary. It looked to him like Wes’ Espeon and Umbreon would be riding shotgun, though. 

“Either way. It’s a new base of operations for them, so I’m not sure of the layout. Just take a different path than me once we get there, more ground covered that way. These places are always a maze anyways. You have your full team with you, I assume?” 

He hoped the other would be able to keep up in a fight. Wes certainly should be able to, if he’d taken them on once before. Rumor had it they’d come back stronger the second time, but he’d had to have kept up the pace over the years, right? 

It didn’t matter in the end. It was an extra set of eyes. Michael could handle anything that came at them on his own in need be. 

We Were Never Heroes || Michael & Wes

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{ mom anon } hi again honey! okay i won't try and take up too much of your time for the rest of the night, but i just came back, and i got you a few CDs! i got one for some rock music, and one that's classical, and one that has nature sounds! i hope that last two might help you sleep a little better at night since i heard you have trouble sleeping, you poor angel. but hopefully this will help you out in a little way! neither of them are too loud, either! ♡

He takes the CDs, a little bit awestruck. “I...yeah. I think that stuff might help. Thank you. Really. It’s, it’s really nice of you to do all this. I’m--gonna go listen to them now!” He’s bad at gratitude and he knows it, but he hopes this person knows how much he appreciates these. 

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{ mom anon } hello honey! i came to realize that i could give you snacks all day long, but i don't want you eating too much junk food!! that's not good for your health, shame on me! so, how about this — i'm going to be running to the music store later today. do you usually like CDs or would you like vinyls? I hear they have both these days!

He blinks. “Uh, right...” He scratched the back of his head. “Vinyls are really cool but I don’t have anything to play them on, so I usually stick to CDs. Yeah. CDs are good. Um. You don’t have to, really--but thanks.” 

No he’s not happy shut up. 

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{ mom anon } oh i know just how to make you little kids smile! here, i got you a bag of doritos — not quite sure if you'd like the cheesier ones or not, so i got you nacho cheese and cool ranch both! i hope that's okay, lovey!! until next time!!

“I--” I’m not a kid, he almost says, but he averts his eyes and takes the bags, a blush rising to his cheeks. The corners of his mouth lift into a small smile. “Thank you,” he manages.

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On or off anon, make my muse cry. Say harsh things. Expose their weeknesses. Tear them apart.

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MAKE MY MUSE SMILE.

go ahead! send something silly! or perhaps, even sweet? anything that you think might make my muse grow a silly grin, go ahead and send it! it can absolutely ANYTHING! 

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how do u feel about wes and rui

“I love how Wes acts like an overbearing parent. Rui sucks and doesn’t get me at all. But however I feel about them personally I love being compared to them as the next hero of Orre. My favorite thing. Really.”

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michael; is velvet a good boy?

He quickly glances around to make sure Velvet is not in the area, before muttering, “N-not at all. A real brat.” 

Velvet’s getting extra pets tonight and nobody can stop him. 

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So how do you feel about Ardos @Michael : )

The most strained, hateful smile crosses his face. “Oh, he’s great. A real stand-up guy. I appreciate how he keeps an eye out for me. I totally understand where he’s coming from, I mean, I was a downright nuisance, I don’t blame him for wanting to blow up an entire island with dozens of people on it over me. Because killing a child is super okay with the proper justification.”

He takes a deep breath. “If I could say only one thing to him, it would definitely be a big ‘thank you’ for all he’s done to improve the world and make me a better person.”

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@ all of u how do u feel about mom anon

((WHO DID THIS I’M GONNA CRY THIS HEARTS MY SOUL))

Michael, for once in his damn life, looks guilty as he speaks. “Uh, h-hate her.”

Javier also appears extremely uncomfortable. “Kind of...annoying, that one.”

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Do you like.... pineapple on pizza

“Yeah. Sure. It’s delicious. Only way I order my pizza.”

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u happy right now kid?

“Absolutely.”

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Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.

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Happy Accidents || Michael & Ignatius

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Finally, he thought. Finally, he would get to see Hoenn. See where his dad had grown up, and hopefully, if things went his way, he could meet some of his dad’s side of the family, too. 

Docking in Slateport at the southern tip of the region, he was immediately swept up in the current of people heading towards the central part of town. Not too comfortable with all the jostling of the crowd, he considered that at least these people wouldn’t know who he was. He doubted the Cipher crisis was as well-known outside of Orre as it was in. 

He was shoving his way out at the edge of the crowd, and when he broke free he stumbled with the force of it, directly knocking into someone else in the shipyard. “Ah, shit--sorry,” he said, initially intending to leave it like that, but when Michael gave him a glance, he realized the shorter fellow he bumped into had a cane. 

Now that he was finally out of the flow of people and had a chance to breathe again, he found himself embarrassed. He should’ve been paying attention more carefully. “I’m, uh, really sorry about that, sir,” he amended. 

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When Michael had trespassed into Lugia’s old tower, he hadn’t been expecting resistance, and he certainly hadn’t been expecting to make a friend. But even if the meeting and both the people were rather strange, Michael had warmed up to Morty, the Gym Leader of Ecruteak. So when he got an email from the man, saying he intended to travel to Orre, of course Michael offered to meet him as he disembarked. 

It was easy to recognize Morty--something about his aura, as the other might have said. So he waved him over, giving the other an awkward attempt at a smile as he gave his own greeting. 

“Hey. Things are pretty fine. It’s nice to see you again. Was there anything in particular you were interested in seeing here?” Orre didn’t have much to offer, really. Michael figured a trip to the Pre Gym might be of interest, maybe a quick look in on ONBS for Morty to see some of the people who’d helped him save the legends. And of course they’d visit the Lab. 

“Just let me know. I’ve got a couple ideas, too.” 

Big Brother | Morty & Michael

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Since meeting by accident and exploring the legends of Johto together, Morty found himself growing strangely attached to the young and curious hero from Orre. He had saved them from captivity, the mystical beasts and birds of his homeland, and there was something genuine, something pleasant, about Michael. He’d spent the night in Morty’s home, and they’d kept in contact since then. Morty had time to leave home, and had been to Orre only once or twice previously. This time he had direction. He was meeting Michael

Gateon Port was new for him, and a bit strange in it’s bustly hub nature, but it did make sense. Not too overwhelming, at least. Gengar stayed in his shadow, watching out for any signs of danger or good opportunities to frighten a mass of strangers. Naughty, but with good intentions. And then he spotted the rambunctious youth, waving to attract his attention.

“Good morning, Michael,” he said with a short bow. “I hope things are well.”