smashacademy | oo1; video.

[The feed flickers on, and at first, not much more can be seen beyond a ball of very creamy fluff with a leaf attached to it. What a way to start a video introduction, what with the Leafeon dipping its head and sniffing at the camera. What a funny contraption, it might think.

From behind it, however, a voice rings out, one that is gentle yet awfully fast.]

Thank you for greeting everyone, Leafeon...! How very kind of you.

[The Pokemon cries out with joy and hops away from the camera, leaving it focused on a very familiar face, one with hazy grey eyes and minty-green hair cascading down his back. His ponytail is notably undone for now, a nearby fan blasting in his direction as he tries to cool off. Despite his clearly weary and scalding condition, he smiles brightly into the camera, hands clapping together.]

Smash Academy! It has been far too long. [He glances off to the side, seeming a bit bashful.] I, ah... I must apologize. I had more of the world to see, and I left rather quickly. I was uncertain that I'd done the disenrollment process properly, as well... [He faces the camera again, looking more uplifted again.] Regardless, the hands have given me a warm welcome, so I suppose I have done nothing wrong. In fact, they have allowed me to increase my grade. It seems I am in college now...!

[He briefly pauses, a hand cupping his chin as he ponders.] Yet, I am not sure how to begin with my major... What does an aspiring Pokemon professor take...? [He shakes his head.] I would think that is not urgent yet. I have to check on my friends! My dear, dear friends...

[He folds his hands neatly on his lap, grinning.] I have missed you all. How are you doing? Are you all still here?

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[MAC RUSHED TO GET THE DOOR. No need to say anything. Come in buddy.]

Room's all nice n' clean, make yourself at home.

[Not like he needs to tell you that...Been so long they hung out in dorms like this.]

Thank you...! Such hospitality!

[Not as if he expected anything less. He stepped inside, eyes wide open and peering for the Pokemon he sought.]

Now, where is the hungry Pokemon...?

[He was...UNDER MAC'S BED. SURPRISE. He pops out.]

He likes to do that. You should see 'im with plants, he likes to prank people into thinkin' he's one.

I am sure he can fool anyone with his guise.

Rocky! [He walks over and kneels down, Pokeblocks in hand within a small pouch.] I have a gift for you.

[He unravels the ribbon around the top of the bag, and... ta-da!]

These are all for you.

He has a few times.

Didn't ya, ya rascal!

["BONSLYYYYY".

And then he tackles the bag and eats it ALLLLLLLLLLL nomnomnomnom. Wow and Mac is shocked.]

And I guess he gets my eating habits?

He certainly does!

[Ah, well, he doesn't mind the messy eater. However, N does pull a small wipe from his pocket, reaching its plushness out to pat at Bonsly's little mouth, eliminating any and all food residue.]

What matters is that he is eating at all. He needs his nutrition.

I'm gonna make sure he grows up to be the healthiest Sudowoodo.

[Mac got a sense of whimsy from Bonsly eatings.]

Good?

[REAL GOOD. THANK YOU N.]

Ah! He loves it very much.

The wonderful aspect about Pokeblocks... [He speaks as he lifts himself from the ground and sits himself on the corner of the bed.] ... is that they taste fantastic, but they have everything a Pokemon needs to grow and be well.

Yeah see, heard of poffins. Not these things.

Glad somethin' so nutritious is somethin' he likes.

[...]

And I think he's happy seein' you here.

... It has been a long year. I have missed him.

[He dips his head, running a hand over Bonsly's side.]

Rather... I have missed both of you.

Hey hey hey...

[Mac looked his way.]

I think we already went through all that emotional stuff about missin' each other.

[He smiles.]

So what we can do now is do all the things we wanna do as buddies again. C'mon...be happy, man.

... True.

[N smiled again, lifting himself from the floor and taking residence on the nearby bed. He patted the area beside him, offering for Bonsly to hop up with him.]

I needn't live in the past.

Of course ya don't.

Now.

[Bonsly does go up to see N, but Mac stares at him.]

Maybe you can help me get 'im to sleep now that you're here, eh?

Of course. That is, is he ready to sleep?

[He honestly doesn't know a Bonsly's sleep schedule. Is now even a good time?]

This lil' ball of energy didn't sleep much last night, hahaha.

He sometimes ain't willin' to sleep but I told 'im after we played a lil', he'd sleep for a while or he'd pay for it later.

[N. Rocky is just special.]

Growin' mons need sleep. Even I do, okay, lil' guy?

Ah, that... is worrying. Yes, Rocky, you should get some sleep. It will be of help to you, I promise.

[He frowns and looks down at the little guy. It's not like he wants to force him or anything...]

["But I wanna plaaaaaaaaay", he whines and rolls.]

Hey, none of that, mister. You oughta listen to 'im, he knows more than me.

[Heeeey look N, we're double teaming parenting isn't this fun.]

[QUITE.

... Okay, and nerve-wracking, too. He can't deny that.]

Ah, Bonsly... Please, do listen to our advice. I cannot make you do what you do not want to do, but I will try to guide you.

[He gives an uneasy smile.] Alright?

[Hnnnn, okay fine...Bonsly pouts and goes to Mac's bed and under his covers.]

Atta boy, Rocky.

[Thumbs up in N's direction.]

Ah...

[He sighs in relief.] Thank you, Bonsly. You will not regret your decision.

[He looks to Mac and gives him a nod of acknowledgement, and then a bit of a 'shh', finger to his lips. Time to let him sleep.]

~~[Baby's asleep N,wanna get weird in the next room?]~~

[Mac positions to the door. Let us leave. Once they do Mac pats N shoulder.]

Awesome, that was awesome.

We were like parents in there.

[~~LMFAOGSFHOGUISP*DGJ~~]

[Haha, okay, that was definitely a success, and he takes Mac's words as a compliment, but... that last line...]

Like parents? I am not so sure if that is an apt description...

[EHEH...]

Eh?

[He looks at N like he's COMPLETELY CLUELESS.]

Did I say it wrong or...what? Whaddya mean?

Bonsly is young, and yet we are not its parents. Technically, we would only classify as its trainers.

[wow way to be so literal N]

[Too literal. So literal it actually shocks Mac quite a bit.]

We don't hafta be N...I ain't a trainer, I ain't got my license to even train.

But I wanna take care of 'im and make 'im grow big n' strong one day.

So in the end, I can say I'm like his old man.

Well, technically, his Godfather.

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