CSSN: BOXED 01by *Goddess-Chachi

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"Friendly nap"

Gilde had returned to the box for yet another physical exam. At this point, he was quite used to the repeated trips, so he never thought much of them. Granted the hospital staff at Cherrygrove was a bit over attentive for his taste, Gilde remained calmed by the fact that he was actually being taken care of. Both Crystal and her mother, Amelia, made sure to check on him at least once a day. He really liked these humans.

Today's trip to the box was a little different than before, however. There was a new member. Curiosity was never Gilde's thing, but this new member was so very different from anything Gilde had ever seen... not that he'd seen many other Pokemon. The newcomer's skin was a deep blue, almost purple. He lacked limbs, but seemed to have "feet" in his roots. His head was crowned in several dark leaves. From the way he was cowering in the corner, Gilde could tell he had only just arrived. He decided to greet the odd little pokemon.

"Hello," he said softly, trying not to disturb the radish-looking creature any more than he already was.

Len looked up in surprise. So there were others in this strange place too? He had barely had time to process anything that had happened to him. All he knew was that some human jumped him from behind, then there was a bright flash, a deep forest scene, and then MORE humans in strange white costumes that checked him for injuries then put him in this place. Len didn't reply to the Slowpoke.

Gilde tilted his head to the side, for once in his life actually curious. "Can you speak?" Silence remained his answer.

Cautiously, Len scooted over to the Slowpoke, not feeling any harmful vibes from the pink beast. In fact, Len almost felt... confident around this Pokemon. Perhaps it was because he knew somewhere deep down inside him that he was at some advantage to this particular Pokemon. Or maybe it was the fact that this Pokemon was missing a limb.

When the Oddish was only a few inches away, he extended one of his leaves to point at the stub that remained of Gilde's arm. Glancing down, the Slowpoke blushed, oddly embarassed that this limbless one would be so braizen as to point out his flaw without first introducing himself. Gilde nearly turned away, until Len's leaf gently stroked the deformed limb. Somewhat surprised, the Slowpoke fixed his gaze on the Oddish's face. Len's face was the image of sorrow and understanding. Gilde gave a small smile in return.

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt. I mean, I can't fight with it missing, but I've never been much of a fighter; even in my old well tribe, I was one of the peacekeepers," Gilde explained, slowly relaxing.

Len nodded in understanding. Stepping back, he tapped one foot to the floor to draw the slowpoke's attention to his feet. Carefully, he spelled out his name in the Pokemon liguistics.

"L...E...N....Len... Your name is Len?"

A curt nod was his response.

"So you can't talk? Or you don't want to?"

A blank stare.

"I see... well, I'm called Gilde.... You seemed a bit confused before." Gilde sat in front of the little Pokemon, looking into his eyes. Len's confusion showed once again. With no further invitation, Gilde told his new companion of their trainer, Crystal, and how he had nothing to worry about. The Slowpoke assured the Oddish that he would be well taken care of, checked on often, and loved by both his trainer and her mother.

After some time, Len's anxiety seemed to vanish and he gave a solemn nod. He wasn't opposed to the idea of being captured, and at least he probably wouldn't have to worry about ever fighting. He wasn't a good fighter, and he was very afraid to try and possibly die in the process. Len glanced around the box, finally taking in the scenery. This particular box was the "beach" box, not his choice of land, but Crystal had yet to set up a proper box for his type. Gilde smiled.

"It's not so bad here. Sure, you're a grass type and salt water's bad for you, but don't worry. Goldie and I will be your friends," the Slowpoke encouraged.

At the word "friends," Len's eyes widen and he whipped his head in the direction of his companion.

Friends... friends.

The words felt foreign in the Oddish's head but... nice. He'd never had friends before. Tentively, Len crept up to Gilde once more, his eyes full of question and something else... trust. Nodding softly, Gilde lay down to be more at level with the Oddish. Crawling over to his lap, Len leaned against Gilde's soft legs, revealing in the oddly warm feeling the Slowpoke gave off. Gilde flushed, smelling the wonderfully sweet aroma of the Oddish's head leaves. Suddenly, he felt tired. It took a moment, but he soon noticed the light blue dust scattering from his new friend's leaves.

Sleep powder.

Yawning, Gilde repositioned himself for sleep, wrapping his tail around himself and Len, who too got comfortable. And soon the pair had drifted off to sleep, each feeling more comfortable than they had in quite a long while.

I suppose this is some sort of ship? Seaweedship? Gilde and Len make good friends for one another because they're just so comfortable with each other. They relate because they're both non-fighters, and what not. Len feels more at level with Gilde because of Gilde's missing limb (and the fact he has type advantage, so he doesn't feel threatened) and Gilde enjoys Len's silence since he doesn't really like talking too much himself. These two are the type who could sit for hours together and not say a word, yet both will walk away thinking they had the best time in the world.