Not a Morning Kind of Guy.
"How did she even talk me into this? Why did I get up today? I was having a great nap, too."
These are the thoughts of a Pokèmon occupying train cart 3, compartment C. A Frogadier...a rather lazy Frogadier. Sitting on the train seat with a bored look on his face Frogadier looked out of the window and watched the landscape race by. Letting out a sigh Frogadier leaned back against the cart wall and closed his eyes and sighed again. "at least the seats are nice," he thought before drifting off.
Frogadier had recently been visited by an old friend who had signed a relation form…unfottunately with his name on it. After a rather half-hearted argument, Frogadier was dragged to the train station, and thrown on after finally agreeing. So here he was, napping while the train was on its daily route through the land of Equestria.
Pony and Pokemon relationships were tight and uncomfortable at the moment, so this program Frogadier was on was to try to improve and relax things between the two races. To do this, candidates sign up to travel to Ponyville to partake in cultural exchanges, team building, and other friendly actives, but what Frogadier disliked was the fact you were housed up with one of the town’s occupants that meant less sleep for him as well as someone breathing down his neck, and telling him what to do and rules Frogadier hated rules.
The train came to a sudden stop, causing Frogadier to stir from his nap. Yawning and wishing for more sleep, he looked out of the window to see a busy train station with both poke'mon and ponies littering the place getting ready to get on the train or to see someone off. Frogadier heard the train doors opening, and the sound of others leaving and arriving. Not paying it much mind, Frogadier unzipped his duffle bag and took out a oran berry, and ate it slowly. The door of his compartment opened to reveal a yellow and red fox-like poke'mon. She looked unsure of herself as she nervously entered.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked in a rather polite but shaky tone. Frogadier didn't reply at first as he finished his berry.
"No, it’s fine," he said simply, gesturing to the open seat. She took it, and seemed to relax immediately before putting a rucksack beside her.
"Are you part of the relation program, too?" Frogadier asked, looking at the bag with minimum interest.
She nodded before putting on a warm smile. "I'm Braixen. Pleased to meet you" she said, offering her hand.
Frogadier took it. "Likewise," he said before getting comfortable in his seat again. The air, however, grew stiff and unwelcoming in the shared silence of the cabin. Frogaddier took to looking out of te window to avoid accidentally staring at the new passenger.
"Um, I'm not too much of a bother, am I?" Braixen asked all of a sudden. Frogadier looked at her with one open eye, but didn't reply.
"I...I'm sorry, I should go," Braixen said as she started to stand up.
"Take a deep breath, you're doing just fine," Frogadier said in a lazy yet reassuring tone. Braixen froze and looked at him, clearly surprised.
"Um, ok," she said, sitting down again and taking a deep breath.
"You don't take to others much?" Frogadier asked, trying to make her feel more comfortable.
Braixen shook her head "Its not that its just..um" she taped two fingers together in a cute fashion. "I...just haven't spoken to....a guy before" Frogadier nodded.
"I see... Well, why is that?" Frogadier asked, looking at her fully now.
"I was never really let out of my house much, so I rarely made any friends," she said sadly, her ears drooping a bit.
"Why is that?"
"My mother is...protective of me. She schooled me for most of my life, and rarely let me outside," Braixen explained.
"She must love you a lot, but seems a bit of a bother," Forgadier said simply.
"Oh no, not really. She does love me, but she was a bit reluctant to...let me go," Braixen said, feeling a little better. "What about
you?".
"Well," Frogadier began, "An old friend of mine signed me up without telling me, and dragged me here"
"Oh, so you don't want to be here?" Braixen asked sadly, her ears drooping again.
"Not at first, but I suppose it was time for me to go somewhere new and meet new faces," Frogaider said lazily again. His attention turned back to the passing landscape. Braixen seemed content with his answer. "Got to meet you," he said suddenly. Braixex seemed flustered, and her face turned a red. Frogadier chuckled, and smiled warmly at her for a brief moment before leaning back into his seat. Before long Frogadier fell asleep again.
***
Frogaider was dreaming of a pond side next to a pink blossom tree in full bloom. Nothing but the relaxing sound of the tree rustling in the wind and the pond water. This was how Frogadier liked it. No rules, no responsibility, just pure bliss.
",Um sir?" a voice echoed through the wind. Frogadier ignored it.
"Um, sir...?"
"Sir?"
"Sir."
"Sir!?"
"Sir!?"
"Sir!"
"SIR!" The dream suddenly ended as Frogadier felt someone shaking his arm.
"We’re here," Braixen said as she got up and collected her things. Frogadier yawned, and sluggishly followed suit.
"Thanks for waking me," Frogadier said simply as he got off the train.
"Wait," Braixen said, walking up him, her face a little red. "I didn't catch your name."
Frogadier looked at her lazily with one eye open. "You'll find out soon enough," he said before turning round and disappearing into the crowd.
***
Frogadier was mildly impressed the small town it felt as it felt homely. Ponies were presently going about their businesses, and the air was filled with chatter. Adjusting his bag, Frogadier scanned the town square for a place to eat. Spying a place styled like a gingerbread house, Frogadier walker over and opened the door. The place was quite busy with ponies sitting at tables having friendly conversations, but as soon as he walked in all eyes were on him and silence fell upon the once chatty air. Shifting his bag on his shoulder, Frogadier took his respected place in the line to the counter. Now that Frogadier was close enough, he discovered that he was quite tall compared to the ponies as he somewhat towered over them by a good few feet. There color veneration was something to behold as well.
The pony in front of Frogadier was shifting quite a bit, clearly uncomfortable. She took a glance at Froadier which he returned with a blank expression. The line moved quickly, and soon Frogadier was at the counter looking at a rather sweaty pony. They both looked at each other in silence. Frogadier was waiting for him to say something and finally he did.
"Um...can I help you?" the pony said, sweating bullets.
Frogadier scanned the selection, taking his time like he always did. "Two cinnamon rolls please," he said finally, putting up two fingers. "Do you do coffee as well?" the pony nodded "a coffee too, no milk" the pony got to work immediately and had Frogadiers order ready in no time.
"Anything else, sir?" the pony asked, still scared stiff.
"There is one more thing," the pony visibly tensed. "Take some deep breaths, you look like you're going to pass out," Frogadier said, rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks for the food. Have a good day."
Frogadier sat at one of the tables, and began to eat one of his rolls. Frogadier knew all too well that he was lazy and unsociable, but he's not a jerk, so he tried to be on his best behaviour. Finishing his first roll and starting on his second he was interrupted by someone pink.
"*gasp*i'm-pinkie-pie-whats-your-name-are-you-new-*gasp*-are-you-on-the-program-thing-do-you-like-to-party-I-know-I-do!"
"It's going to be a long day"
