Kyouya the Braviary, on the other hand, kept his beady little eyes affixed on the fleeing Noivern that had just dropped off a very familiar ‘guest’ right at the doorstep of the flat where his crazy human called ‘home’.

The Braviary was literally, legitimately, perched atop the roof of the flat and was giving Memo this ‘what the hell are you doing’ look, weighed down with so many plastic bags of… human-related things, he supposed.

A singular loud screech from the avian announced that there was someone at the door.

Inside…

Alexei had just gotten back from Evergrande and was literally fucking seething at the seams because of… because of what had just gone down!

Right at the same time he heard Kyou’s familiar screeching from outside, his phone went off.

‘Mother of Djinni, did you buy out an entire store?!’

He then sent the reply before running over to the front door and opening it, still flushed from the return journey. He’d only been back for the past… twenty minutes or so.

At least he hadn’t gotten the vodka out yet.

The Braviary affixed his stare with one beady eye before the door opened and the other was ushered in.

He was lucky, this time.

“I can clearly see that,” he remarked, as the other had literally gone and delivered. Just how much did the other spend on all the frozen treats?!

Noodle arms aside, he then reached for half of what the other was carrying.

“Come on, hand it over, I have to throw some of these in the freezer,” he added as he waved at some of the plastic bags, wondering where the taiyaki was.

And then…

Ah.

“Pissed… you have no idea how fucking pissed I was earlier,” he continued, the mood changing all of a sudden as he began placing some of the bags in the freezer, while rooting through some of the others and finding the fish-shaped ice cream snacks and immediately ripping the wrapper of one open without even blinking and taking a big bite.

The next taiyaki was gone, the fish-tail having just disappeared into Alexei’s mouth as he turned around and saw that the rest of the frozen, sweet bounty had been spread out for him to fix and get into the freezer.

“Oh, sweet, you got the rest of it all out,” he said as he swiped another taiyaki from the lineup and ripped the wrapper open, decapitating the fish without absolutely any mercy at all. Then he realized that the other might be hungry, so—

“What’re you staring around for? Get something to eat!” he continued as he picked up the remaining ice cream cartons and shoved them into the freezer, trying to play a real-life game of Tetris with the rest of the contents of the freezer while working on the poor, decapitated, fish-shaped ice cream sandwich.

While he was busy rearranging the contents of said freezer, his brow furrowed.

“I… haven’t eaten. Today. At least. I just… kind of went there, before my bravado deserted me.”

There was a frown on his face as he mentioned that, demolishing the taiyaki in another inhale as he returned to Tetris more ice cream cartons into the freezer.

“Wha—hey!” he yelped, realizing that he’d been boxed out by a manlet who’d decided to take charge before shoving an entire box of taiyaki ice cream into his hands and then telling him to sit down.

Him, sit down? In his own flat? Really, Memo?!

“I’m sure… I’m sure you know about that stupid meteor that’s headed this region’s way, right? The one caused by the barrier’s fucking appearance,” he savagely began, ripping the box open and grabbing the first taiyaki-shaped ice cream sandwich he saw.

Not even blinking, he didn’t care what flavor he’d found—he’d just rip the packaging open and then begin eating like his entire life depended on it.

“You thought my position as a Gym Leader gives me access to information? Well, guess what—not everything comes in good packages.”

Rip, tear, chew, beheaded taiyaki. Gone.

Another package opened, another ice cream fish-shaped sandwich destroyed to keep his foul mood from physically manifesting.

“Pretty much,” was his next answer—already halfway through destroying another taiyaki ice cream sandwich. This one was… sweet bean flavored? He didn’t know, he didn’t care, he was just so fucking pissed at himself how he hated that—

“Well, apparently someone doesn’t believe in alternate plans,” he began next after the unfortunate taiyaki had been devoured and he reached for another one—but stopped because Memo asked him for potato chips.

“I always have potato chips ready. Look over there,” he pointed with the still-wrapped taiyaki pack he was holding. “It’s the middle cabinet. That’s where I keep all my snacks.”

(A.k.a., all the potato chips and salted goods he loved to snack on when he was feeling fucking lazy and didn’t want to cook.)

“So…yeah. Alternate plans? From the top brass on how to handle the meteor, asides from what the general public knows? None. Nada.”

“And get this,” he remarked around the taiyaki he was already destroying while the other had retrieved the potato chips from the aforementioned cabinet—

“The sea bitch came up again. I just—I just fucking remembered my conversation with… with Councilman FERNANDO SILPH.”

The intense, angy angry angery chewing came to a stop.

“Apparently… the sea bitch had done something… and now… ugh, it’s just a fucking mess!” he grumbled as he completely destroyed the taiyaki and finally went to attacking the sandwich.

Of course the sandwich contained onions. He was not surprised.

“So apparently those… sea people, or whatever, I think that’s what FERNANDO SILPH mentioned, are after us here because someone promised them… Phiones.”

Yes, Phiones plural, not singular.

“And there is no way in fucking hell I am giving Zelle up to anyone that easily. You know this,” he grumbled as he attacked the taiyaki once more, completely decimating it in another inhale—

Okay, whoops, maybe taking a bite of dessert after a bite of the sandwich was a bad idea but did he care? Hell no.

“I’ve seen… well, those sea-Pokémon. They’re rather… resilient. Didn’t go down easily to a Thunderbolt. Damnit.”