Ogerpon

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Florian was alone in his dorm, done packing, and due for travel the next day. Ogerpon, who had been dutifully helping him pack, was now uncharacteristically still and calm. Living with Ogerpon was like living with Rory on crack. Ogerpon must be that excited to go home, that she was behaving. Kieran had wanted to help him pack, yeah, help him pack when he needed crutches to even walk. Florian had to tell him no. He wondered why Kieran was that eager to help. He tossed Ogerpon's timer ball up and down, catching it every time. Ogerpon watched it go up and down in his hand a bit, those confused starry pupils of hers. Florian had already sent Kieran a dozen or so pictures of Ogerpon helping him, and the replies had been something of a hard watch.

'Wowzers! Ogerpon looks so cute! I'm laughing so hard right now!' he read, looking back through the texts, before a few texts asking Florian how he got off the messaging app.

"Someone's gotta teach this country boy how to text." Florian sighed, out loud. It wasn't gonna be him, but lower case, punctuation, not even an emoji, really? He sighed again. 

Ogerpon perked up a bit. She seemed to understand that they were on the subject of Kieran. She seemed quite interested in him. She seemed especially happy when Kieran and Florian were together in the same room, curiously.

"You excited to be heading home, huh Ogerpon?"

Ogerpon bounced up and down, making a 'Pon! Pon!' noise.

Florian smiled, and turned his phone off, "yeah, I'm sure Kieran is too." 

Something lit up in Ogerpon's eyes, and Ogerpon went and rustled through the bag Florian had packed, her 'hands' unzipping the bag.

"Hey Kiki what are you doin-" Kiki was the nickname for Ogerpon that Florian had given her. He thought he'd been clever, since Kiki was also a girl's name, and well- he just called her Ogerpon nowadays. Too much effort not to. Too forced to call her by her nickname.

Ogerpon grabbed a notepad, and reached for a pen. She settled on the generic black pen she'd 'borrowed' from Paul. She walked to one end of the room and sat down, propping the notepad against the bend of her legs, uncapped the pen, and started to frantically scribble. She stuck her tongue out while scribbling away. Florian took a photo of her in the process of drawing, he found it absolutely adorable. He just looked at her go, like how a parent looks at a child learning to draw for the first time. She crossed it out halfway through, and started the drawing again. Since the notepad was half her height, it was absolutely precious. Florian really wondered what she was going to draw. He'd never seen her do anything like this before.

Florian was thoroughly entertained by this, and he had already sent a picture of it to Kieran, but he was probably fast asleep by now. He'd be able to groan at Kieran's over-text reaction when he woke up.  

Ogerpon then decided she was finished, and walked up, in her own Ogerpon way, and offered the notepad to Florian. It was adorable. There were a great many crossings out of attempts at drawing herself. She had drawn Florian with the same hairstyle as he had while he was wearing the jinbei. It was rather small, and took up a very small portion of the page, but it was adorable. Himself and Kieran were holding hands, with what was presumably Ogerpon holding a cludgel  nearby, and was for some reason bigger than both Kieran and Florian. Kieran was with his hair down, probably she couldn't draw it, as there were a lot of crossed out smiley faces around. All three of them had smiley faces that looked like the letter 'w', and Ogerpon had initially drawn herself much bigger. Warmth swept through Florian. Pretty good for a pokémon, he thought. 

"Aww, Ogerpon, this is really cute." Florian smiled, "really, I mean it. You've drawn us all in Kitakami, this is a really nice drawing, I'm as excited as you are to go to Kitakami, it's amazing! We're all gonna have so much fun, and we're long overdue, and I won't have to worry about the homework due Thursday, or the-" 

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