Cogimo winced together with the stranger, knowing quite well how unpleasant was a hangover. If being honest, his first year in dorms was spent mostly in those. He almost felt sorry for the man, especially after sounding so sad, but...Well, because of him Shimaru had slept only a few hours. And such people can suffer a bit.[break]"Good morning!" He continued petting the skitty, cooing over the pink thing a bit before answering the distressed male, "You, kind of, had one too many yesterday, and as no one knew you or where to leave you my parents decided to take you to our place." Shimaru started slowly packing up his notebooks that were laid out on the table, "Your Milotic escaped the pokeball to guard you, but my mom's Blissey knows how to calm down aggressive pokemons. I brought you here and your Milotic is in our lake." As he finished his explanation all his stuff was in a neat pile, Cogimo now widely smiling at their guest.[break]"So, how about you go and take a shower," he pointed at the bathroom door, " and I will get you some clothes to change in. We are about the same size." With that he got up, starring at the skitty for a moment as if noticing it only now, "Who are you even?"[break]
Cogimo wasn't away for long, picking up some loose shorts and a cotton shirt with a pair of slippers. All that was left on the bed before, him deciding to stay outside so the stranger can have some privacy. When sure that he was decent, the boy came back, nodding approvingly.[break]"Definitely better! No offense, but after carrying you yesterday I felt like apologizing yet again to everyone who had to ever carry my drunk ass back to the dorms." He then motion the boy to follow, seeing if he will follow.[break]"Lets get some food and pain killers in you. Then you can pick up your Milotic. Oh, by the way, the name's Cogimo!"

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Should Cogimo tell him that he already figured the milotic's name? Maybe, but that wouldn't be too polite towards their guest. And the boy's mother would murder him if he was anything but the gracious host. So he said nothing, just smiled as Everett introduced himself, as well as, the small eevee a moment later. Honestly, Shimaru was quite glad to see their small fight for dominance as it showed he wasn't the only one with escaping pokemon issue. Or being weak to cute eyes, in that matter. "Shall we?"[break]
They went down to the first floor, the house being in warm, earthly tones with a high ceiling and big windows. Each room they passed seemed to be made in a different style and, even if most were in brown, green, and pastel colors, nothing seemed organized or united. The kitchen was an old, odd thing. Large, with an inbuilt table in the middle, it seemed to be meant for serving dozens of people, not three. Walls were a mix of brick and white tiles, painted with blue flowers, while the floor was cobblestone. There was a brand new kitchen appliance, as well as, things reminding of the early 20th century. On the table was cut sandwich ingredients, like tomato, salad, pickles, and ham, round buns, butter, and a plate covered with glass lid, steaming hot eggs waiting to be eaten. There was also a pack of painkillers waiting."Sit down, take a plate, eat. Do you want orange juice, tomato juice or, maybe, tea...Mmmm...Coffee? I don't like coffee after hangovers, but, maybe, you do."[break]
Given the answer, he prepared their drinks, as well as, opened a storage room to get a bowl, showing that the shelves were full of pokemon food one usually found in pokemon clinics. "Should I...?" Cogimo then nodded to the eevee, food, and the bowl. Done with that he finally sat down himself, picking this and that for his sandwich.[break]"So, are you suing us for kidnapping, hmm?" The boy chuckled, carefully layering butter after cutting his bun in half. "Can't say I have seen you in Rustboro, but also I have been away myself for few months. Local? Visiting?"

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Black coffee for Everett, water for Lyric, and white coffee with a day's dose of sugar for Cogimo. The big coffee machine in the corner did its job effectively, everyone served quickly. The boy mumbled a quiet, "...drink up cutie~", to the Eevee.[break]
Only a minute later and he was already bemoaning his bad luck. Great, a depressed good looking artist that, probably, drinks his issues away. Just perfect. Cogimo would almost wish that his mother was here now, or, maybe, father, cause he for sure wasn't good at dealing with troubled humans. Pokemon, yes. Give him a houndoom with anger issues and mistrust towards people any day(please, don't!), but put the student in front of someone that was feeling down and the only thing he will be able to offer is a hug. Maybe a cuddle session. Then again, his parents are the people he inherited these traits, so Cogimo wasn't sure if they would be any better.
[break]"Well, that, though, doesn't sound as no one to me." He spoke slowly, sipping his coffee and choosing his words carefully. "Humans tend to forget, re-evaluate, having change of heart or, just, move on. Pokemon...Not so much. They will need their humans till the end." It was then he noticed a rattata trying to sneak away with a tomato slice. Cogimo had a stare-down with the pokemon before it blinked and scurried away. The boy smirked, pleased of winning the contest no one knew about.[break]"But back to more casual topics, so you are a traveling musician of some sort? What do you play? I know you were performing yesterday in a jazz club." From a shadowy corner of the kitchen an aegislash emerged as if it has been there from the very start.[break]"Morning, Markiz!"

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