This was a familiarity with Hau’oli that Lam couldn’t quite say he was fond of.[break][break]

Wingull were relentless birds– pelipper too, for that matter. Nasty little buggers that even he couldn’t really find a good way to reconcile. And he loved birds. Lam sat as still as he could, hands covering the carton of fries in his lap to keep them all from descending on the snack at once time. Long, little beaks inched nearer and nearer. The one on his head tipped forward, leaning down over his face and blocking his face with white feathers.[break][break]

Actually, as much as he’d wanted his boyfriend to visit Lilycove with him, he was majorly glad that Ikarus Rook wasn’t here at this very moment to see the potential disaster unfolding. Lam would never hear the end of it, ‘bird whisperer’ that he proclaimed to be between the two of them.[break][break]

He tried to wiggle his shoulders to dispel the flock of them, but any that fluttered off of him only resettled moments later. He was just about to forgo the fries and attempt to toss them to the side so he could get out of dodge when a thunderbolt crackled up the dock.[break][break]

The move caught him off guard, and Lam could feel the energy vibrating in the planks underneath him, possibly shocking him just a bit purely from contact. It did the trick, though, and the wingull scattered in a tangle of wind, feathers, and angry squawking. Dusting feathers from his hair, Lam twisted around at the sound of a woman’s voice.[break][break]

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay,” he offered with a weak smile. A sheepish laugh followed. “Thanks for that, I thought I was gonna have to sit like a statue until next spring.”

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And here he’d thought he was good with birds.

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Luckily, Lam was a laid back sort of person. It took a lot of effort to truly irritate him, let alone fully anger him.[break][break]

“Oh, it’s fine. I’m used to little shocks,” he replied with a wave of his hand. From his pocket, he fished free a pokeball that he’d been unable to reach while covered in the wingull. In a bright glow, his shinx popped free–yellow and black fur ruffled before he shook it out. “Ah, thanks.” He hadn’t even realized the feathers. And honestly, it was something that didn’t even faze him, given his typical work with flying-types.[break][break]

He couldn’t help but laugh as the minun jumped up to his shoulder. His opposite hand lifted to scratch between her ears as she nuzzled his face. “It’s okay, I’m not mad at you. You did good! Those wingull were a pain.” It seemed he’d never quite get the hang of working with that particular avian.[break][break]

A persistent pain, at that.[break][break]

Lam frowned, turning at the same time as his new acquaintance when the sound of angry cawing blotted out the sound of the town in the nearby distance. “Yikes, yeah. Looks like we’re about to have a bigger problem on our hands.” Turning, he looked down the length of the dock for any sort of cover they could find. “What about over there?” he asked as he pointed at a small tackle and bait shed further along the marina’s edge.

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The wingull were not giving up so easily, it seemed. They had definitely amassed in greater numbers to take their revenge on the three of them— which was pretty unfair given how outnumbered they were comparatively. So rather than let it remain just two people and a minun, Lam fished out a pokeball he couldn’t reach earlier and sent out his shinx. “Tail us! That sound good, Noodle?” The golden-furred shinx chirped its understanding, and dogged their heels as they took off. Occasionally he sent little WILD CHARGES up at the flock to slow them down.[break][break]

It must have been difficult for her to drag her luggage, so at some point, Lam hoisted up her bag by the handle. Probably around the moment she took a tumble. Rather than keep going, he waited for her, not wanting to leave his impromptu companion behind. He threw open the door to the shed, and only pulled it shut once everyone was securely inside. The angry honks of the sea fowl continued in front of the door and from the roof.[break][break]

“Maybe they’ll forget about us soon,” he said as he struggled to catch his breath. Lam was then quick to shake his head, “Don’t worry about me, I’m fine. Are you? That looked like a rough fall.” Brows furrowing together, his glance drifted down to her scraped knees.

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In the end, it’s just a waiting game. Maybe a bit awkward being stuck in a utility shed with someone you don’t really know, but luckily Lam is an easygoing person. And in any case— Vivan did him a solid in the first place, it’s really not much trouble to patch up her knees with some spare bandaids kept in his pencil case for when he gets sore calluses on his fingers from holding a pencil or brush for too long.[break][break]

Still, though, maybe he should’ve just chucked the fries and run in the first place. He sort of lost them in the getaway dash, so why had he held onto them to start with? Oh yeah, his rumbling stomach reminds him when the screeching of the wingull finally fades and he is able to part ways with Vivan, wishing her the best on her travels.[break][break]

Shinx at his heels, Lam heads for the closest foodstall he can find. Though this time he won’t eat down on the docks. He’s not about to make that mistake twice.
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