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"York here. I'm probably busy getting my ass handed to me by adorable woodland creatures, but I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Over and out."

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[ratherbelocky]

Sleep? Who needs sleep?

[He pats North's leg, grips it for a moment to reassure him, then disentangles Delta Two from his shirt and stands.]

I'll start that coffee. Be right back.

[Delta Two stays behind as he goes to get the percolator. One of the percolators. Does York have an electric one and one for camping? Maybe. Shut up, you don't know him.

He's not gone long, just enough time to get the percolator and the coffee and the two guest mugs the inn set out in his room. He sets up and plugs the percolator into the wall of North's room before he finds some space to flop down on North's bed and grunt into the mattress. The room is going to smell like coffee, and that's good. The adrenaline spike is still draining out of him.]

Ten, fifteen minutes till it's ready. [So North is stuck with them at least that long. York changes the subject.] How's Rascal?

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[North isn't used to being looked after. He's always been the one doing the looking after. He doesn't want to worry Carolina and York; they have their own problems to be concerned about.

He doesn't know what to say. He doesn't even really know what happened, how they got in his room - or how Rascal got out for that matter, if he did. So he's more comfortable when the conversation turns off of him and to his pokemon. He looks down at the little baby pokemon still curled up against his chest and sighs heavily.

He doesn't answer. He feels like a mess, and worse than that, a mess who's spreading his shit to the people around him. He shouldn't need babysat, he should never have made Rascal cry. He feels guilty and tired and ashamed, and it hurts. But all he can do is try to console the poor, scared little guy huddled against his chest, and try to put his friends at ease.]

...You're okay, buddy. It's okay, I've got you.

[Priiii...]

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[Beckoning Stripes up onto the bed so that the pup can sit next to North and Rascal, Carolina shifts herself backward and crosses her legs to get comfortable.

Nothing wrong with three grown ass adults spending the night together after someone's nightmares, right?]

...He's already pretty smart. He went to find York as soon as he could, it looks like.

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[ratherbelocky]

Mm-hm.

[York pillows his head on folded arms and watches North and Rascal.

Prone and too heavy to move, he gives every impression of planning to stay there, if not conk right the hell out, for the rest of the night. He gives every impression of comfortable ease--except for how carefully he's watching. How at ease he is not.

But his words run in the familiar, even tone North would get when they'd run into each other late at night on the MoI; gentler than his day voice, something he can hold serious conversations in without being grave.]

Dunno how he got out of your room, though. Crafty little escape artist. Maybe I should teach him my tricks, get me a protégé in the making.

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[Well, he's not too heavy to move, but that would require energy that North doesn't have at the moment. The familiar tone puts him more at ease, reminds him with a pang of years ago walking the halls of the MoI with a scared little voice in his head. It feels like forever since he's heard that little voice.

He holds onto Rascal just a little tighter. Rascal's shaking has calmed down some, but he's still latched on as best as he can when North doesn't have a shirt on.]

Is that so? You were looking out for me, weren't you little guy?

[His tone is soft and gentle, a lot more like his normal than it was a couple minutes ago. He has to jump right back up to "fine," lest he worry York and Carolina any more than he already has.]