[The last time he crawled out of the pod—the last two times, even—Gladion wasn't really aware enough of himself to really think about the form he'd fallen into. (The first time he looked like this, he thought it was a fleeting joke.)
It's not comfortable.
The itch doesn't distract; it only makes it worse. He feels foolish. Scrutinized. Unable to spare the attention to collect himself up. Haunted by lingering mortification anyways, from what he thinks must have happened just before he fell asleep again.
Incredibly alarmed about a whole month. (His eyes open again, huge, staring at the edge of the roof in front of him.) (Wait, wait—)
And. Oh. Hungry. The question makes him think about feeding, and it hits him so hard he physically shivers. He's hungry. He's very hungry. He must be dangerously hungry, to feel like—
—like, like this.
The fronds along Gladion's head and back flatten down in cold alarm. Part of him starts to spin off in panic as if Rindo hadn't offered anything. Silvally's beak squeezes his other hand gently, reminding the other part what to do.]
I'm hungry. [His voice is thin, like he can only muster a sliver of himself to speak.] Very.
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It's not comfortable.
The itch doesn't distract; it only makes it worse. He feels foolish. Scrutinized. Unable to spare the attention to collect himself up. Haunted by lingering mortification anyways, from what he thinks must have happened just before he fell asleep again.
Incredibly alarmed about a whole month. (His eyes open again, huge, staring at the edge of the roof in front of him.) (Wait, wait—)
And. Oh. Hungry. The question makes him think about feeding, and it hits him so hard he physically shivers. He's hungry. He's very hungry. He must be dangerously hungry, to feel like—
—like, like this.
The fronds along Gladion's head and back flatten down in cold alarm. Part of him starts to spin off in panic as if Rindo hadn't offered anything. Silvally's beak squeezes his other hand gently, reminding the other part what to do.]
I'm hungry. [His voice is thin, like he can only muster a sliver of himself to speak.] Very.