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When he had seen the yellow fur Mike thought he had found a new kind of pokémon. But when he came closer he wasn’t sure. This guy was singing in english. Regular ordinary english. And he looked... 

It was confusing what he was looking at that’s for sure. Sure some pokémon looked human enough but there was something in the burner’s mind that told him this was not the case. 

But the song was soothing and for some reason the winged person sort of reminded Mike about Chuck. He took another step closer and stopped with his hands in his pockets to listen.

🎼 - leadfootleader

Send 🎼 to witness my muse singing to themselves

Where had he heard the soft tune before? It sounded like a lullaby but no memory surfaced attached to it. It’s simply there one day, floated up from the back of his mind like an old friend that he does not remember. Faintly, in a memory long gone, he can hear a female voice singing it. Maybe it’s impulse that he gently sings along with it.

“Carry on my wayward sonThere’ll be peace when you are doneLay your weary head to restDon’t you cry no more…”

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The faces that Mike pulled as the little pokemon wriggled and crawled all over him. He strained every facial muscle he had available for a moment before the joltik burst from his neckline. 

“Darn it.” Mike cursed under his breath. And went to grab the tracker from Yotta. As he moved he reached into his pocket and grabbed his skull staff to be ready to bust the device open. “Chuck! Does the security grid cover tracker jamming? Or is that an optional setting?”

“It covers it, this might be an attempt to work around it though,” hastily he brings up his screens and zeros in on the tracker in Mike’s hand, finding the signal it was giving out only to promptly swear. With a hurried rush of fingers he jams this one’s signal, rendering it useless.

“It’s jammed but who knows how long you’ve been carrying it,” There isn’t time to keep talking as a deep growl starts up from the distance, the sound familiar enough to make Chuck shudder.  H.O.U.N.D.S.

“That means they got our position. Even if we get rid of it they got this position compromised. If we destroy the tracker right here right now they will know that we have spotted it and come back here again and again...” Mike weighed the little device in his hand, bouncing it up and down. “If it is jammed just for a little bit then there might be a chance that...”

He tossed the tracker into the air and caught it quickly in his fist. “Right then.” He winked at Chuck. “I’ll be right back.” He started to back up then turned quickly and darted out the room. “See if you can work out a way to duplicate that signal!”

"What was all those grey faces doing here the other night?" - Leadfootleader

“I don’t know, honestly. Seems they just wanted to bug me,” he says without looking up, continuing his updates to the security system.

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His brain began to work overtime. “Weeeee’ll get him exhausted. Not too much. Maybe some exercise. Maybe a smaller battle to blow off some steam. Some chow along with the other trainer and the other Electrike. Just, you know! Friendly and relaxed. Introduce them before they get to meet fully.”

The blond crosses his arms and is silent as Mike explains the idea. On the surface it sounded like a good plan. It gave Mutt the stress relief he needed and provided eggs to people who wanted them. One thought does nag at Chuck for a couple of moments though.

“… Okay but are you sure he won’t try to fight the females first?” Mutt was explosive when he got riled and if he wanted to fight then he was going to fight.

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Ignoring Chuck’s words completely, Mike continued with his usual enthusiasm. “We can get Mutt into a breeding program. There aren’t that many Electrikes down here. There has got to be someone looking to bring up a few new eggs.” Mike spread his hands slightly. He weighed back on his heels. 

“We hook him up with a cute little female and let him loose for a bit. He comes back all happy and relaxed and we don’t have to worry about his jttering anymore.” Mike smoothly moved on hand through the air as if he brushed away something. “Problem solved. No sweat.”

Oh god no, please not one of Mike’s ideas!

“You know every time you say that I get a gray hair…” Mike’s ideas never went anywhere good except on the rare occasion. What was he planning now? How the hell did any of this conversation give him an idea?

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Chuck went completely red. “Oh?” Mike pursed his lips and thought about it for a second. His cheeks dusted red and he smiled sheepishly. He coughed quietly before grinning like an idiot and giggling. “Ooooohh.” 

“OH!” Mike shone up and reached out a hand and grabbed on to Chuck’s arm. “That give me an idea.”

A long pause, the blond firmly ignoring the fact that his face is on fire at the moment.

“They probably came from the floor… where they ended up from all those times you decided pinning me to the bed was the better activity for the day.”

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“Oh and by the way Chuck.”

Mike puts one finger in the air. “You have got to stop stealing my under wear. I found three pairs of them in your laundry when I folded it again.”

“Mike…” That’s it, that’s literally all he has to say. What is there to really say?

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“All of Dutch’s, half of yours and some extra stuff that Julie left for when she doesn’t want to wear her hologram.”

A long stretch of silence is had before Chuck lets out a small sigh.

“…. How many loads, Mike?”

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That last parts makes Mike go very stiff for a second. His eyes darting away and focusing somewhere else, his lips draws tight. He doesn’t say a word.

That brings a small smile out of the programmer, tilting his head just a little bit.

“Hey, man… s’ok, I know you’re as jumpy as he is right now…” Chuck was used to Mike getting restless and doing things almost obsessively or unusual whenever something wasn’t happening. It’s just something you learned to deal with.

“At least you haven’t started redoing laundry,” it was a last ditch thing if Mike literally had nothing else to put his energy into.

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“Oh... Yeah..” Mike rubbed his hands together. “He is not the only one.”

Here he was, the fearless leader of the burners, yelling at his best friend and navigator. Over a pokémon that was only doing what he was told to do. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice like that. You didn’t deserve that.”

Chuck heaves a sigh at this and rubs the back of his head.

“Probably restless… it’s been awhile since the last attack.” it’s all he could really think of. Mutt always did get antsy whenever Kane didn’t attack.

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“Yeah well!” Mike’s eyes darted around for a second. “What was he going on about attacking instead of howling it in? We trained him better than that! Why is he so aggressive suddenly!?”

“He was on guard duty! You know, like all the others have a shift to do so?” 

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“It IS a wise idea! In battle! What was he doing out of his pokéball? Where were you?”

“Oh my god! When he behaves he is yours. When he goes off and is naughty! He is suddenly mine!”

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“Oh my god! When he behaves he is yours. When he goes off and is naughty! He is suddenly mine!”

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“Mutt!” He could see the sparks flying from far away. What had the poke´mon gotten himself into this time! 

But as Mike hurried over the dusty road and into the scrap yard he saw that the Electrike was locked in a battle with a trainer. And it didn’t look like an even match at all. “MUTT!” Mike growled and launched himself over an old wreckage of a car. He skidded down on a sheet of metal and jumped into the clearing, pulling a pokéball from his belt. “STOP THAT!”

The pokéball lit up in a cascade of light. From it burst a streak of green and a Scyther cut in right between the two combating dogs and stood there blocking Mutt from Keith. Mike hurried up after and went for the smaller green electric dog. 

The bite slams into the electric type, power backed by the Growlithe’s weight and earning a loud snarl from the Electrike. Teeth exposed, the dog moves with the movement which sends both of them rolling for a few seconds. Mutt can’t help but smirk to himself. Oh hell yes, this was getting good. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder from the teeth currently sunk into the flesh, he turns his head to look at the enemy. Without any warning, sparks jump from his fangs.

“ELEC!!!”

A snarl and he twists in the fire type’s teeth, snapping his own jaws down sharply into his enemy’s scruff. Did this little pup honestly think it was going to take him down? He’s been fighting a rebellion, a revolution, ever since he’d been hatched from an egg. One little Growlithe is NOT going to get the best of him! Paws spread in the dirt, a deep, thundering growl breaking from his throat. Five levels too damn early to be dealing with him! With a heave, the Electrike tosses his head, teeth clamping harder on his enemy’s fur.

There is every intent to throw this insolent little shit into the nearest slab of rubble.

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The faces that Mike pulled as the little pokemon wriggled and crawled all over him. He strained every facial muscle he had available for a moment before the joltik burst from his neckline. 

“Darn it.” Mike cursed under his breath. And went to grab the tracker from Yotta. As he moved he reached into his pocket and grabbed his skull staff to be ready to bust the device open. “Chuck! Does the security grid cover tracker jamming? Or is that an optional setting?”

"What was all those grey faces doing here the other night?" - Leadfootleader

“I don’t know, honestly. Seems they just wanted to bug me,” he says without looking up, continuing his updates to the security system.

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This was not the situation that Mike had expected to find himself in when he had approached Chuck. He had just wanted to make sure that the blond was doing alright. For some reason Chuck had this knack for attracting weird creeps. 

Yet now Mike was the one that was accosted. By angry pokemon no less!

He isn’t exactly afraid of the small Joltik that darts towards him and jumps at his leg. The three mites had always been close and even clingy at times. Always hiding on Chuck’s body and Mike would sometimes forget that they were there as he slid in close and hugged the blond sideways. But it usually never stirred this kind of anger in the three. “Okay! That’s enough.” 

But Yotta was much too fast and had scurried up his leg and dove in under his shirt before Mike had the chance to move. Mike froze. He stuck his arms out and held his body completely still. He could feel the electricity spark along his body as Yotta moved about, pinching and stinging him with static every now and then. “This...” Mike grimaced and his stomach jumped. “This really tickles.”

"What was all those grey faces doing here the other night?" - Leadfootleader

“I don’t know, honestly. Seems they just wanted to bug me,” he says without looking up, continuing his updates to the security system.

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And there it was. “That’s not really normal.” Were they going to attack them? Mike knew that the Joltiks would be close to evolving. But didn’t Chuck usually stop that behavior? Keeping them hidden and on his body made for a good sneak attack or personal defense system. “Alright, guys.” Mike put his hands in his pockets and side stepped closer to Chuck, “What’s up?”

"What was all those grey faces doing here the other night?" - Leadfootleader

“I don’t know, honestly. Seems they just wanted to bug me,” he says without looking up, continuing his updates to the security system.

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Mike titled his head to the side and looked at the small agitated mites. They didn’t usually do that. “Think they want to battle or something?” He followed after the programmer and kept an eye out for any other out of character behavior. Did he have any of his own pokemon on him right now? That was on the same level as the Joltiks?

"What was all those grey faces doing here the other night?" - Leadfootleader

“I don’t know, honestly. Seems they just wanted to bug me,” he says without looking up, continuing his updates to the security system.