Eggxactly as Planned
7. Future Prospects
His conscience wouldn't let him abandon the Magby when it did everything possible to follow him – even sacrifice his health. So he had to factor Magby into his life.
He didn't particularly like the idea. But he'd have to get used to it. And he supposed he'd warm up to it. It wasn't like his grandparents who practically had one foot in the grave and the other in dreamland…though he had to admit he would miss them when their bodies eventually gave up on them.
That was the real problem. But Magby was just a baby. And with how long Pokemon could live, he'd outstrip Ryouga by a long shot.
He thumbed through his parents' books, and his grandparents. They had a surprising amount of Pokemon books. He hadn't noticed that before. He hadn't cared. Had they been Pokemon trainers or something, he wondered, in their younger days?
They certainly hadn't had any Pokemon when they'd had him.
He wound up asking his grandparents, in the end. One thing they were good at was telling him old stories, and they told him the one behind the books. They would have told him before, but he'd never asked. And he'd never given them enough credit. Not expressing any interest about them, they'd told him other things instead: things he had listened to.
He hadn't even realised he'd always listened to their stories.
He hadn't realised he liked listening to them.
More than he liked reading them.