"You will make something quick?" It's accented by the snip of scissors slicing through thread. A quick tie off before the next spot is moved to.

"Nuh-uh. You are going to get your butt in the shower and I'll go heat us something up." It would be easy enough to toss some stuff in a pot and make some rice. Then when Cillian Quinn was done and they had filled empty bellies, he could come shower.

Temp got to stay home and relax in bed after this. Gavin did not. So, Temp wasn't going to let the man he loved run himself ragged on his account.

"Leave your pokemon you had on you here and I'll check them up when I see to mine." No rest for the wicked but he saw his task as much easier. "Is Lugia going to stay here or go with you? If you have her promise not to eat me, I'll go give her some medicine too."

Temp has a brow raised as if he is just daring Cillian Quinn to try and argue. But that melts into a pleased look when the other relents. He is quick to get his work done; tucking and tugging torn skin whole. An easy wipe down before Temp tried to lean over and press a kiss to his husband's forehead.

"I love you, too, Cill." Is whispered into his hair before Temp pulls back and away.

"I'll check her out later, then." The news that Lugia liked him perked him up some. The wild ride on her shadowed back had been as awe inspiring as it had been terrifying. Maybe if he kept treating her right, she'd allow Gavin to take him on a trip just to show off.

Temp collects towels and soaps so Gavin doesn't have to get up. Starts the shower so the water can warm. It's familiar habit that feels nice to complete.

"I'll keep an eye out. My dogs will be curious, too." Most of them had never met Faolan. New canines could be trouble depending on personalities. Thankfully, his pups were pretty calm. "I think you'll need to sit down with him yourself. He's been, uh... gone a while." "gone" comes out like a question. Temp isn't really sure what to call the fantastic events that defied death.

A soft hum. Temp leans into the kiss as he grabs for Cillian Quinn's discarded belt, then his own. He'd need to do something about the capsule with Ember's body; while Shocker had been lucky enough to be revived, the Flareon had not been at that border.

"I'll grab Skipper and see if that put him at ease. Yell if you need anything."

Then Temp exits the room. He sighs and heads to the kitchen, his body sore but still thruming with energy. Whenever he crashes he will sleep so good.

Placing the belts on the kitchen table, Temp gives a nod to Clover. A simple soup is made- just vegetable. Spiced rice with eggs, an easy fix as well, isn't the typical pairing with this meal. But it'll do for now.

As the food cooks, Temp walks over to the door by the pool and slides it open. A flood of canines come inside, some his own and some Gavin's. Some of them stop to sniff at him as they pass.

Skipper, his Riolu, darts up. Next to it is a... weird little dog. It looked kind of like a sweet, except burned. Temp has no idea what it is. It seems to be a puppy that wags it's tail up at him.

"Huh." Leaning over, he scoops up Skipper and the odd pokemon. He drops them both on the counter with Clover to look at in a minute. After he served the food.

When Gavin came back, he'd find the food waiting on him. Skipper would be sitting on his rump, the plump Riolu munching on an apple. The other pokemon had curled up and now just looked like a pile of dessert on the table.

Temp sleepily sits at the counter. He hums and accepts the kiss, leaning back some for that press of skin. Its appreciated; they're both too tired to do much but the affirmation of love and affection feels nice. Soup is sipped with languid movements as adrenaline fades more and more. It's left him more sore than anticipated; nothing some medicine and sleep couldn't fix.

"Replace?" He glances over at the Lucario, brow raised. But it quickly slips into an easy smile. "You know how much this big lug has mourned you? He couldn't even if he tried." A tongue stuck out at Cillian Quinn before he turns back to his meal.

Skipper's tail starts to thump idly on the table when he hears his name; the puppy had not even realized that there was any chance of danger. Mouth full, he waddles to feet and picks up another apple. Hopping from the counter, he toddles over to Faolan and offers the larger pokemon the fruit. His tail wags as he blinks up at the other with sleepy, friendly eyes.

Night and day. Where Faolan was shaped by war, Skipper had only known love and peace and kindness. He was soft.

At the mention of the pokemon on the table, Temp just shrugs.

"It came in when I let the dogs in. Seems harmless." The Fidough lifts a sleepy head when Gavin pokes him. Leaning over he sniffs the man's finger before giving it a few licks.