#long loooomg monologue

[johtodaycare]

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Oh, what the fuck?

why is he out here liying in the damned grass of all things? he quit drinking specifically because of the hell sleeping on the ground wrought on his back and also on doctors orders but mostly of his own volition for the most part. okay first up taking stock of himself and his surroundings. anything wrong with me? no more than usual, creaky back and cracked joints yelling at him as always if a bit louder then is the norm but thats to be expected.

anyone around me i should be watching out for? he listens without opening his eyes yet and doesnt hear anything human nearby, theres a pokemon snoring away right up close to hiim and a few yards away he can hear the rustle rustle of little pokemon trainers wading through the grass on their way to somewhwere important for their journey he guesses but none have noticed him or stopped to check on him if they have.

who’s that pokemon? it’s persian! specifically gemothy, his beautiful baby boy! he got out of his ball at some point last night and curled his way under greg’s bad leg! how sweet of him to care for his dad like that! he’ll have to remember to give him a pokeblock when hes up and about!

do i still have all my pokemon? no pokeballs taken but he knows well enough that doesnt mean theyve not been replaced by weaker mon in the same sort of ball and while hed like to think hes 100%of telling his pokemons pokeballs just from the wear and tear theyve taken over time he knows that aint reliable.

gemothy? check. bruno? check. barkspawn? check. honcho? check. bliss? no check. whos fucking jigglypuff is this? parmesan?? no check big x mark, someone fobbed their clefairy off onto him. who the fuck gives up those 2 pokemon? even if you dont want them theres always paying customers out there who do! you can make bank on the little puffballs even just selling 1 at a time! not to mention the breeders who live off these lines!

okay thats it up we go! times a wasting and hes gotta get his blissey and his dog back. his joints can cry all they want. now where the hell is he really? just a bit off path for route 48 apparently. retracing steps what had he meant to do out here?

oh right.

he’d spent the last couple days at the safari zone catching pokemon with jun. more specifically hed been trying, and failing, to catch the meanest croagunk hed ever had the displeasure of meeting. and when jun tried to help him out hed snapped at him.

jun didnt deserve anything like that.he was legitimately trying to help him out.he usually manages to keep his cool over shit like this but hed been irritated onto his last nerve by his own joints and johto’s douchiest poison frog.

he’ll never quite get used to johto. everything is so so different from orre. everything is much nicer? he guesses? warmer maybe. nobodies as friendly in orre, where you can live most of your life next to someone and not even know their name. nobody really talks to anyone around past the age of 10 or before age 60. let alone stop to offer any help without being asked.

back in orre if you wanted to make like sisyphus on his hill with some  arbitrary ass task you were left to bang your head on the wall until you either got tired of it or hurt yourself enough to need help. nobody really gives you shit in orre, not without being asked, threatened, payed to or what. aid only comes unprompted when they need your body out of their way.

johto is so so different. it scrapes on his nerves sometimes even though it really shouldnt. going from having to maintain an image to not put a target on his back to johto where people stop and help you for no reason if you drop shit in the street. and even the people trying to rob you are more likely to challenge you to a pokemon battle then just attack you outright. what counted for the local gang was dismantled by not 1 but 2 beginner pokemon trainers.

johto is painfully different. he had to completely reverse gears on the way he behaved. do the exact opposite of what he was raised to. go completely against his instincts on damn near everything. assimilating into johto was a long process of deprogramming himself from constantly being on lookout for the slightest sign of hostility. forcibly lowering his guard to Be Nice At Least Greg. because everything hed learned in orre went from just common sense to dickish behavior in practically one day.

minding your own business is apparently cold hearted around here. you have to make nice with everyone you interact with not just your boss and some people youre friends with. people who do not know him at all worry about him! take time out of their day to see if he needs help! its overwhelming enough to make him miss being ignored.

it isnt so bad of course. in small doses from friends he can handle the attention better. but it was still weird to go from team snagem admin who’s only real draw was being so apathetic he didnt even care enough to punish you when you fucked up to having control himself 24/7 just to stay approachable enough to keep his daycare running with clients.

for the 100th time in his life he wonders if hes cut out for this shit. if he should pack up his thingsand take his antisocial ass back to orre to live with the rest of the douchebags out there. if he could maybe run the daycare in agate village.

maybe he should.

he doesnt want to though. he likes it here even if the place and the people are kind of a headache for him sometimes. its very nice when its not overwhelming and hes got more friends here than he ever did in orre. hes a selfish bastard through and through, hes never let go of shit. everything hes ever lost to time or the world or someone else had his claw marks on it.

he can make it up to jun probably? jun doesnt have to forgive him if he doesnt want to but he can put the croagunk thing mostly behind them. jun deserves an apology for it at least.