It was a tradition that Morty and Falkner would take time out of their busy schedules at least once a month to get together. Be it have tea over one another's houses, a small lunch and chat somewhere, or just looking at the scenery atop Bell Tower, the two's plans never fell through.
Tonight was Morty's pick, and it was somewhat different. The two gym leaders were curled up on Morty's couch, with a half drunken bottle of sake on his kotatsu.
Night of the Living Pokemon was an old favorite of Morty's. The classic horror film was the perfect way to end the night of the two just spending a night in together on their day off.
That was, until Falkner was caught sleeping on Morty's shoulder.
At first, Morty was paying attention to the flesh-eating Pokemon. He chuckled at the bad effects and the woman over-dramatically shrieking. There was a soft thud upon Morty's shoulder. When he looked over, he saw his friend peacefully asleep with the blanket half-covering his lap. Morty chuckled at the endearing sight and gently slid over to reach for the remote.
Upon doing so, Falkner somehow rolled onto Morty's lap. He slightly jumped at the contact and suddenly his cheeks felt warmer than usual.
A sigh. Morty smiled to himself as he paused the movie and with a click, the TV was off. He was sort of stuck in place at that moment, so he just sat there pondering what he should do.
With the light from the TV completely gone, it was just the glow of the moon outside to filter in Morty's small livingroom. The cooing of the Hoothoots from outside gave off a lulling ambiance.
Soon enough, Morty found himself sleeping as well, albeit in an uncomfortable position due to his friend sleeping soundly on his lap.
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The next morning, Morty woke up to the sharp pain of a stiff neck from resting on his shoulder. He was fully covered by the comforter and he felt a weight had been lifted due to the fact that Falkner was no longer sleeping on his lap. The light of dawn barely showed through his glass screen, but it was just enough light for Morty to spot a small, handwritten note on his table.
He picked it up and read it in his head. It was signed by Falkner; Entailing his deepest thanks for a quiet night in and that they should do it more often.
Morty smiled to himself.
He had only hoped that they would see each other more often.