[Christmas! Newt will take a little while to finish gathering her things, making sure her team is ready and that the gifts she has are wrapped. But before too long she'll make her way to the teleporter and arrive in Goldenrod. Let's assume she knows where you live and have a knock on your door.
There is a small girl with a large backpack and a larger Arcanine.]
[When she gets there, everything is decorated- he'd decorated it before Connor disappeared. There's a tree, trimmings, some presents under it. And other than Crockett, all of Connor's pokemon are gone. It's just his now. The hous is much emptier, but the ones that are there? Immediately excited to see a child.]
[Tubbs is a little odd for an Arcanine, his ears flopping forward in a little napkinfold style. Pitbullish in a way, and he meets her and Ripley in the door with a massive tailwag. Hank has to undergo the difficult process of shoving several different dogs out of the way to let her in.]
Come on! Come on. Back off. Let her through.
[Hunter the Houndoom, Luann the Lycanroc, Daisy the Manectric, Baldi the Granbull. They're all excited for new friends. Even Connie, who coos little "Flo"s out of Hank's pocket as he makes sure she makes it in as unslimed by dog noses as possible.]
I made a cake. [Good thing he learned to bake this year.] Ordered some food, too. [He learned to bake, but he's also lazy, and there's an assortment of little take-out boxes on his kitchen table. A Christmas Eve dinner made in the laziest way possible.]
[Given that this is Hank, Ripley is less on guard then she would be if they were visiting some random person and their pokemon team. Newt meanwhile is happy to greet them all as she makes her way in. Head pats for all.]
Hi!
Oh, cake is good.
[She's looking around at all the decorations too.]
I didn't realize how many trees and plants people use for Christmas till I came to this world.
[He offers her a hanger for her coat and such, so he can put it in the coat closet.]
You didn't get to make ornaments for a tree before?
[He has a lot of post it notes and different colors of pens to take notes with and some glue somewhere. If she's never made an ornament, she will tonight dammit.]
There was a fake one in the recreation area. It only had lights though and those didn't work much. Someone also told me it got broken one year and that's why it looked weird.
Huh, well... Let's have you make an ornament tonight. I think I got everything for it. But first I'll make some hot chocolate or something.
['Cause it's fuckin' cold out during the winter here. He goes to the kitchen to take care of that. Meanwhile his dogs are all trying to sniff her hair at once.]
Is there anything special that you used to do on Christmas?
[He generally wants to give her a good Christmas, but he doesn't know how good the ones she had before were. In the meantime he finds the hot chocolate mix and some marshmallows that are blessedly not as stale as he worried they'd be. A few of them have clumped into those super marshmallows though.]
Still edible. [He promises as he shows her a mutant.]
I think there was a really old one with snakes and ladders we played. And some other ones... It's hard to remember sometimes. It was a really long time ago.
[Or you know...about two years + the haze she's pushed over any part of her life when her family was alive and now hard to think about. She'll focus on the marshmallow instead.]
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[He'll even run out and get a couple of extra gifts for her, since it makes a difference that he can give them to her in the 'under the tree' format.]
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[Christmas! Newt will take a little while to finish gathering her things, making sure her team is ready and that the gifts she has are wrapped. But before too long she'll make her way to the teleporter and arrive in Goldenrod. Let's assume she knows where you live and have a knock on your door.
There is a small girl with a large backpack and a larger Arcanine.]
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[Tubbs is a little odd for an Arcanine, his ears flopping forward in a little napkinfold style. Pitbullish in a way, and he meets her and Ripley in the door with a massive tailwag. Hank has to undergo the difficult process of shoving several different dogs out of the way to let her in.]
Come on! Come on. Back off. Let her through.
[Hunter the Houndoom, Luann the Lycanroc, Daisy the Manectric, Baldi the Granbull. They're all excited for new friends. Even Connie, who coos little "Flo"s out of Hank's pocket as he makes sure she makes it in as unslimed by dog noses as possible.]
I made a cake. [Good thing he learned to bake this year.] Ordered some food, too. [He learned to bake, but he's also lazy, and there's an assortment of little take-out boxes on his kitchen table. A Christmas Eve dinner made in the laziest way possible.]
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Hi!
Oh, cake is good.
[She's looking around at all the decorations too.]
I didn't realize how many trees and plants people use for Christmas till I came to this world.
I lost some tags! Sorry about that.
[He offers her a hanger for her coat and such, so he can put it in the coat closet.]
You didn't get to make ornaments for a tree before?
[He has a lot of post it notes and different colors of pens to take notes with and some glue somewhere. If she's never made an ornament, she will tonight dammit.]
np!
There was a fake one in the recreation area. It only had lights though and those didn't work much. Someone also told me it got broken one year and that's why it looked weird.
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['Cause it's fuckin' cold out during the winter here. He goes to the kitchen to take care of that. Meanwhile his dogs are all trying to sniff her hair at once.]
Is there anything special that you used to do on Christmas?
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Not really...
Just time of school, and we got presents. We played board games sometimes. But we did that when it wasn't Christmas too.
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[He generally wants to give her a good Christmas, but he doesn't know how good the ones she had before were. In the meantime he finds the hot chocolate mix and some marshmallows that are blessedly not as stale as he worried they'd be. A few of them have clumped into those super marshmallows though.]
Still edible. [He promises as he shows her a mutant.]
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[Or you know...about two years + the haze she's pushed over any part of her life when her family was alive and now hard to think about. She'll focus on the marshmallow instead.]
Marshmallows are always edible.