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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 6:41 pm
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When Luke left the bar, he was surprised by how much his balance betrayed him. He'd had some sort of understanding that disorientation went along with alcohol, but it seemed he had underestimated the effect; his limbs were heavy, and nothing was quite as straight as it was supposed to be. He had planned to go home by Pidgeot, but at this point that hardly seemed like the intelligent choice - just because he could survive falling from the sky didn't mean he wanted to do it all the time. Calling home for a ride was... honestly, too embarrassing to consider. And so he released Tartarus from his pokeball and grasped the spike protruding from his shoulder, relying on the Aggron's steadiness to make up for the absence of his own. The technique was effective, but progress was slow, and unfortunately Luke was left with a great deal of time to consider all of the things he had been hoping not to consider.
He had gone and done it now. He had used the punch he had been saving, even if only verbally. The familial relationship he had hoped to repair was by now far beyond saving. On one hand, he doubted it was in his best interests to repair his relationship with that man. A father who considered him a tool could hardly be called a father. But at the same time... that was the last of his family. His only connection to his home, his last link to his mother and sibling. He supposed that probably didn't really mean much - it wasn't as though they had only recently grown distant - but it was still immensely, impossibly heavy.
And in the same breath that he rejected his father's expectations, he rejected the place his brother had left for him and the name his mother had made for him. At this point, it well and truly felt like he was walking away from the family, even though that had never been his intention. It felt like he was forsaking everything, and it made him feel sick. ...Well, maybe that was in part to do with the drinks, but still.
A part of him argued that he had a family in Kodo, comprised of the dear friends he had found there, as well as of Rosie and her uncle and cousins. It wasn't as if he was cutting himself off from everything and everyone, but it was still so... what, exactly? It wasn't as if his father would have suddenly realized the error of his ways and turned into some paragon of paternity. He doubted the man had even planned to go to his own son's wedding. But nonetheless it reeked of failure.
Maybe it was childish, but he missed his mother. Or, perhaps more accurately, he missed the feeling of support and acceptance. He wanted to go home - he very badly wanted to go home - and it was a mix of relief and burning misery that he finally returned, just barely biting back irrational tears.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:22 pm
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On a good day, Rosie usually liked to be in bed by this time, especially if she planned on waking up relatively early to start the training the next day. The house was empty, and quiet, most of her pokemon had gone to sleep by now, and she probably could if she tried, but Luke had not come home yet, and she was starting to notice just how much better she slept was he was there.
He had said he would be out training today, she was glad he could get the time to do that now that he wasn't stuck doing a job she hated, and it wasn't unusual to be out this late usually, where her concerned lied was with the way he had been acting the last couple of days, he didn't want to talk about it and last she had seen him, he didn't look like he was feeling any better.
Trying not to worry about it too much, Rosie ended up not going to sleep, and was instead sitting at her desk, the room illuminated only by the screen of her computer as she clicked around the news and continued to read up on the work special ops did. Eventually, she heard the door opening from down stairs, causing her to sit up and listen.
Yup, someone was definitely home, "Luke?" She called down, making her way out of her dark room and to the top of the steps so she could look down onto the entrance way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 7:50 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 8:57 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 9:39 pm
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