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[Wrath will be getting a present delivered to his door. It's a plush Vaporeon with a heart in its mouth, which is printed with 'You're Great.'

The tag says: Happy Valentine's Day, Wrath. From Diana.]

Edited 2018-02-14 16:16 (UTC)

It was pouring.

Henry was not super enthusiastic about the rain but he was off work and really wanted to spend some time spoiling his own Pokemon instead of the Pokemon of strangers. But he also wanted to make good on his promise to Wrath. The night of the waffle sandwiches had been on his mind recently with Harry returning and old memories stirring. It was going to be another person in the house. It was going to be change.

Sometimes change could be scary and sometimes, even if the change was good, you still wanted a break from it. He invited Wrath to come along. The department store was an easy place to kill a few hours. Norman, his Woobat fluttered along behind them enjoying his time out of the PC.

"Anyway, that's why you can't find Stantlerwave music in the store. But there's plenty of other stuff."

Wrath had two modes when it came to rain.

On one hand, there was "Oh, Haven't You Heard? Puddles Are Literally Proof That God Loves Us" Wrath.

And then on the other, there was "If A Raindrop Touches Me, I Will Actually Die" Wrath.

Today, it was the latter.

Which, despite the potential for drama, was a blessing in disguise because it meant that for once the little goblin was actually dressed appropriately for the weather and could therefore enter the Department Store without being turned away for not having shoes.

Unusually sedate, the boy squeaks alongside Henry in a pair of rubber boots and a hoodie several sizes too big, hood up. He kind of looks like something that would stab you in an 8-bit video game. A short ways ahead of him, a Dratini winds confidently down the aisle, leaving a wet trail behind her. It's prime wyrm weather out there.

Paying no heed to the fact that his Pokemon is making a mess almost just by existing, Wrath nods as though he has any idea what Henry is saying.

"That makes sense. Stantlers shouldn't be able to wave. They don't have hands."

"Their antlers sort of look like hands," Henry added. He didn't honestly expect Wrath to be too interested in the history of hypnogogic pop but he figured he'd like being talked to anyway. If Wrath offered up a subject, Henry would go along for the ride. Hell, maybe they'd find more in common than their unholy love for Orange Islands offbrand candy.

Once they made it into the little map board next to the elevators, Henry hummed and looked up at it. "Okay, guys. We need a Dusk Stone for Ron because I hate myself. We need two bags of poke'chow. Wrath, you wanted that new Build-a-Mon right?"

"Not really," Wrath replies skeptically, blunt as usual.

But he's far more interested in getting A Thing than in arguing about what body parts Stantler antlers do or don't resemble, so he nods, pausing alongside Henry.

"Ahuh. The Kangaskhan one. I promised Baby I would get it. Why do you hate yourself?"

Henry plopped a hand atop Wrath's head and sighed deeply.

"I must if I'm getting him a stone to make him even bigger when he's hard enough to deal with now. It must be neat having Kangaskhan, huh? Two Pokemon that are always together."

Henry led them to the elevator to go to the floor with all the novelty items first so that Wrath could have his customized stuffed kangasaurus. He lifted an arm for Norman to hang from.

Like many of Henry's explanations, the connection between self-loathing and blackbird evolution is lost of Wrath. He decides not to ask for elaboration and just steps into the elevator with Henry. He will tolerate having a hand on his head if it means getting a sweet toy.

"It is. They can even fight together, when I use their special stone. Baby used to be completely useless, like all babies. But now she's very helpful. I think I might give her a new name. She doesn't deserve to be compared to the other babies anymore."

As the elevator closed and hummed, Henry finally removed his hand from Wrath's head so that he could give Norman a friendly pat. Maybe he would train him more now that he wasn't AS skittish around batty things.

Then Wrath comes out with that and Henry absolutely could not contain a loud ugly snort. The way Wrath could turn a phrase. Holy shit. He loved this kid.

"Yeah, I think you're right. Well, they make whole books of names just for babies and Pokemon. We could grab you one while we're here."

"Do they make books of those? That actually sounds useful."

Wrath can read pretty well now, but he's still not really the type to pore over tomes the same way, say, Lust does. He had never taken part in the more educational duties the Homunculi traditionally performed-- he was more the rabid wolverine that they pointed at people who needed to stop being alive like, right now.

"I like names to be accurate. Like mine." He's a little more talkative than he's been around Henry in the past-- standing in the liminal space of a department store elevator has weird effects like that. "My name is very informative. Yours isn't, really. But that's not your fault. Your mommy probably gave it to you, and humans are really terrible at naming things, as a general rule."

Edited 2018-03-02 14:50 (UTC)

"Yup," Henry confirmed. First stop: book store. THEN Build-a-Mon.

He tilts his head as Wrath continues. While Henry hasn't seen Wrath being terribly angry, he also hasn't been named a traitor. So.

"I guess. But that's just one of my names." Henry added slyly, hoping to give himself an air of mysteriousness.

If Henry wants to be mysterious, he'd better be ready for those piercing husky-blue eyes to be turned on him expectantly.

"What are your other ones?"

Because you can't say something like that to Wrath and not immediately be expected to share the deets.

Henry is just. Fucking thrilled that Wrath took the bait. Not that there's any trick at play, he's just glad that Wrath wants to know.

"Well. In other places, I go by The Receiver of Wisdom. But I have another name. It's a super secret name, known only to me and two other people. And now you."

Henry actually leans down a little, being careful not to jostle Norman.

"I am called...Banana Man."

It takes a moment for the dust to settle on that revelation.

Wrath first looks at Henry. Then at the unmoving elevator doors. Then back at Henry again, this time with a furrowed brow. You can actually see the little mathematical calculations floating in the air around his head.

Finally, he asks, "Why?" in the exact same tone someone would use after hearing their friend tell them that they hot-glued their hand to the doorknob at 3 AM.

Because Wrath cannot freaking fathom why on earth anyone would like bananas so much that they wanted their identity inextricably tied to them.

OH
HEY
LOOKIT THIS
I FOUND BINCH

[Underneath this message is a picture of a box of cookies leaning on a backpack, already opened, a Tepig in mid-pull of a chocolate covered cookie stamped with the image of a man riding a Rapidash. On the box, the same kind of cookie has the imprint of a soaring Mantine, and that brand?

Oh yes. It's Binch.]

O!!!!!!

U FOUND BINCH!!!!!!!!

BINCH IS HERE!!!!!

_{[HE LOVES IT]}

ITS TASTY
GOT CHOCOLATE
SUUUUUUPER GOOD!!!!!!

_{[OH WRATH LOVES CHOCOLATE...]}

I AM JELUS

I WANT BINCH COOKYS

where do u live
i can send by pidgey if u want

I LIV IN GOLDNROD

IN A YELLO HOWS

_{[Wrath all the houses in Goldenrod are yellow.]}

which one they r all yellow
i live there too so i know

O THAT IS TRU

IT STIL HAS THE BIG HOL IN TH WALL

AND A PULE IN THE BACK

THERE R SHARKS

o

yea that makes it easier
pool with sharks
not a lot a people got that

dont think theyre supposed to be in human pools tho???

???

wher els r we suposed to put them

we dont liv next 2 the oshn

_{[Oh look he bumped his capslock key back off.]}

dunno
guess its ok
cant fit in a tub
is it a salty pool
i think they need salt?????

i dont kno iv never tasted the watr

_{[Astonishingly.]}

b rite bak

[oh god wrath no]

k
tho its probly gonna be gross
either cause its salty or its got shark stuff in it

[There's a throw blanket from the living room in the yard.]

[One with an oddly shaped lump near one edge. And it is moving in the direction that lump wants to go, which is to say in seemingly random zigzags all over the place.]

[From underneath the blanket comes muffled snuffling and snorting, and occasionally the distinctive sound of small clumps of grass being ripped out of the ground. And sometimes splintering wood whenever the lump passes over a stick.]

_{[As a general rule, the maximum number of Deinos that should be allowed in any house at once is one.]

[Any more than that, and you're honestly asking for trouble.]

[But this house was founded on trouble.]

[The little flap-door installed for the smaller Pokemon slap-whaps as a challenger enters the yard.]

[MAD has heard the snorty growls out there and cannot let this trespass go unaddressed.]

[She stands on the patio with legs squared and snarls loudly in the direction of the blanket.]}

[Sound might be a little muffled for Dervish right now, between the blanket and his own thick hair...but the sound of another Deino's growl comes through plenty clear enough.]

[The blanket stops in place, the lump in the center becomes a lot more upright as his neck shoots upright. He turns.]

[He's not very old. Self preservation is not something he's very worried about. He's big and strong and he's been training!]

[SNARL RETURNED.]

_{[By rite of ancient Deino tradition passed down through the ages, a returned snarl means an ACCEPTED CHALLENGE.]

[Mad needs no further invitation.]

[Now honed in on Dervish's location, she charges directly at him-- trampling a small bush and knocking over a lawn chair in the process, but it barely slows her down.]

[She does not wait for him to get out from under the blanket before hurling herself onto him with a chorus of ugly snort-barks.]}

[Even from under the blanket, Dervish has NO FEAR. He's been training with the big Pokemon and he can fight!]

[That said, he still gets knocked over when Mad collides with him. But he's fighting back before he's even fully over, trying to bite through the fabric.]

[This poor blanket.]

_{[After a few minutes of this, the blanket literally will not exist.]

[Dervish has the advantage of having Actually Been Trained (because Wrath... well, what Wrath does with his Pokemon doesn't really count as training), but Mad has level and age on her side.]

[Between both sets of teeth, the blanket starts to rrrrrrrrrip.]}

[He may not be able to see, but Dervish can feel the cold air coming in through the new holes.]

[He promptly tries to shove his entire mouth through one that's too small for that, biting wildly in the hopes of biting down on his FOE.]

[And trying to shove his head through that hole means he needs MOMENTUM. First getting his legs under him, and if he can manage that to start forcefully shuffling at whatever direction Mad is as fast as he can manage.]

_{[Her enemy is now a blanket with a mouth, so Mad is quick to change strategies-- running sideways in circles around him on her short stumpy legs and continuing to snap at him.]

[The result is a vaguely tasmanian-devilish whirlwind through the yard, stirring up dead leaves and upending anything that isn't actively rooted down.]}

[At this point, there's no way the furiously squabbling dragons aren't making enough clatter for people in the house to notice.]

[And notice Envy does.]

[In fact, he looks out the window just in time to see Dervish, head nearly through the hole in the blanket, make a leaping tackle towards Mad. Directly into the pool.]

[He's on his feet and scrambling towards the door the moment what he thinks he just saw actually sinks in.]

WRATH!

_{[Honestly with the way they're going, Dervish doesn't even really NEED to forcefully tackle Mad-- she just kind of runs sideways straight into the pool anyway.]

[There's a PLOSH and then they just. Sink.]

[Deino legs aren't meant for swimming, and neither are blankets.]

[Wrath, meanwhile, was munching on chips and idly shredding paper with his hands near the fireplace. His head pops up when Envy says his name.]

[????]}

What?

The Deinos are in the damn pool!

[There's not a whole lot that Dervish can do tangled up in a blanket and very suddenly surrounded by very cold liquid that isn't anything like the air they were just out in, besides frantically waggle all of his stumpy legs.]

[Lucky for them, the pool is always occupied.]

[By the time Envy gets out the door, the pool sharks have nudged the little dragons back up to the surface. Dervish is letting out hideous squalls of alarm.]

_{[It takes a moment for the logistics of that statement to fully load in Wrath's mind.]

[But once it does, he's scrambling to his feet too.]

[Thank Arceus for the pool sharks.]

[Mad doesn't squawk and scream like Dervish-- but she is equally-unhappy about the state of affairs and it's honestly probably only the Sharpedos' rough skin ability that stops her from biting her own saviors.]

[Wrath is not spared when he skids to a halt by the poolside and yanks her out of the water. But he's used to it.]}

Mad!!

[Envy may not have had to jump in the pool, but untangling a screaming baby dinosaur from a wet blanket means he's getting pretty wet anyway. He gets a few nips for his trouble, but Dervish is mostly concerned with keeping his mouth open to wail about how awful that was to the entire world.]

C'mon, how'd this even get tangled like this--Wrath, get Mad in and some towels, I'll--ow! Dervish!--I'll be in in a minute!

[DRAGONS WEAK TO ICE. Gotta get them dry.]

_{[Scrambling to keep hold of the soaked and snarling Deino of his own, Wrath does as he's bidden and runs off back inside, bare feet crunching the dead leaves on the ground.]

[By the time Envy returns, he'll find the younger Homunculus tending to a growling pile of towels on the floor.]}

[By the time Envy gets inside, Dervish's howls have subsided into one long, unending whine. That was so scary what even happened??]

Here, hand me some too.

[FOR BOTH OF THEM. It's freezing out, and Envy's shivering a little from having his entire front slapped with a sopping blanket. Dervish looks like a spasming drowned rat.]

I think they were trying to fucking...I don't know, eat each other, and they ran right into the pool.

[Frustration is how he shows worry.]

_{[Wrath holds out a slightly smaller mound of towels than the quivering one on the floor.]}

Mad wouldn't do that.

Not EAT another dragon.

_{[:I kill, though, maybe.]}

Wrath you've got a Christmas present! It's got a card on top with Merry Christmas written on it, and also some pictures of dragons that Newt drew. They may be half pokemon and half pictures she remembers from home.

Inside are some treats for his pokemon and also some chocolate and human candy for him.

There is a gift from Harry as well.

The gift is some pokemon treats as well as some normal candy and chocolate.

Delivered along with Lust's gifts on the evening of the 24th, Torch Dragon the black Charizard has some nice things for Wrath, too!

1x Jar of homemade jerky
12x Sugar cookies

On Christmas morning Wrath is going to find himself visited by a very perky Decidueye who has two packages for him from a Miss Mabel Pines and he'll be very insistent that Wrath opens them right away.

It's Christmas, friend! You can't wait!!

The first package contains a very long rainbow scarf to match the sweater that Mabel made for Wrath several months back. It's..honestly long enough that Wrath could wrap it around his entire body if he wanted to.

The second package is a box of goodies! Because clearly this child needs more sugar! Inside Wrath will find:

-Rice Krispie treats with green and red sprinkles
-Marshmallow Snowmen
-Gingerbread Cookies shaped like Pokemon
-Chocolate cupcakes with green, red and white frosting
-Sugar Cookies shaped with Christmas trees decorated with small candies

There's also a card!

'MERRY CHRISTMAS WRATH!

I hope you like the scarf and all the goodies! MAKE SURE TO EAT ALL OF THEM OKAY? :) :) :)

Love, Mabel'

hey Wrath

you wouldn't happen to know what happened to the bag of cookies that was in my room, do you

the one that isn't there ANYMORE

Y R U askyng me

i do notte hav the nollej of evry food in this hows

maybe you don't

but you do like that brand of cookies a whole lot

whatt is a brand

_{[He knows damn well what a brand is.]}

[OH HE KNOWS]

you know what a brand is you learned that from the tv

can u descryb 2 me what was on the pakij

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