Pokego: two of them are So Done with the other's nonsense. SO. DONE.
“I know, babe,” Candela grumbles, ensconced with Spark inside a heavy, comfortable nest of blankets that finally-thank-god blocks out the suffuse golden light of the total freaking crack of dawn. “I know.”
She likes daylight! Daytime. Noontime sun burning overhead, the baking-hot summer air warming the skin at the back of her neck, other trainers and friends fighting and training under a bright and cloudless sky.
She doesn’t like six in the morning. Blanche does–claim it’s the easiest time to go out and study Pokemon, since smaller crowds mean better chances of seeing them in good quantities in their usual habitats. She wouldn’t really know, honestly, but it isn’t like Blanche would lie about research!
Spark is–it’s a three-sided dilemma, each of them one part of the puzzle–Spark’s the one to stay out way, way too late, always looking for one last thing to do even under the buzz of streetlights and the electric glow of the nighttime city–but right now, at six in the morning, Spark is snug up against her collar, face tucked under her chin, trying to avoid the light as much as humanly possible.
“They’ll be back for lunch? Probably.” It’s a guess! Blanche has forgotten to eat all day before. “We’ll see ‘em when we see ‘em.”
“Yeah,” Spark allows. Candela can just hear the pout in his voice, and when he explains, she can’t say she doesn’t empathize: “but I wanna cuddle now…”
(Blanche does end up coming back back for lunch, which they all hectically share; after, Candela heads off to a Pokemon-and-trainer group hike; Spark is out at the release party for a new ‘dex app when she returns. They’re all there, at least, for bedtime, and she kisses both the early bird and the night owl before the three of them doze off–together.)