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First Class to Alola was luxury, even though they'd had to book their monsters in as freight, and the rotomi had been set to Flight Mode -though she knew Roro had a few pics of him when he wasn't looking. Yet, compared to flights that crisscrossed the continent at five hours max, the flight to Alola seemed to be taking forever, though it was nowhere near as long as a flight to Eselia and she swore she'd sooner warp than shit through a 12-hour flight again. Granted, the in-flight entertainment had been good, but at the same time...

She nudged the one who'd taken the window seat and pulled the sunblind down, so she couldn't even look out to see sky, cloud, or maybe even, if they were truly blessed, a hint of a sky-god in the distance. "Oi, anata," she started, using, as always when she meant him, the Kazuko word for 'you', instead of the more common 'an'ta'. "We over land yet?"

At least that'd be exciting, and maybe it'd be one of Alola's Main Islands. Maybe even Ula'ula; they were flying into Malie city, afternoon Alolan time.

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The majority of the plane ride, Satoru's mind has been in one place or another, but always all over. His Pokémon weren't by his side even on his belt and that's enough to make him uneasy, especially since both Momo and Senna have been with him since he first left his hometown.

"What? I wouldn't know, you shut the blind." He could just open it back up, looking at the skyline always makes him feel less uneasy but he's never shown one way or another, but his pride has its moments of being in the way. Always having a stubborn sense of pride not to show a vulnerable side, never publicly. 'Colder than the blue waters up north' as some have said.

"Yeah, but you're closer to it," she retorted with an easy grin, never mind she has a damn good idea of what's going on in his mind.

'Colder than the blue waters up north' her butt, and she half wishes he wasn't so stubborn. Yet, the flight is a long time without any pokemon in sight and Eva can't deny she's uneasy herself. That more than once her hand's gone to where Tanknator's 'ball would have been.

She knows why airlines forbid anything but service monsters on flights, but even then... It's a fragile metal tube with wings and Escape Ropes are useless this high up.

Maybe they should have 'ported and risked porting sickness, or forked out for hoopa based warping with all that entailed. "And it'll give us an idea of how long 'til landing..."

Nevermind the delay when it comes to freight and luggage luggage pick up, or the fact they won't truly be allowed to release any pokemon until outside the airport, but at least they'll see pokemon!

"Pff fine, fine I'll check before you climb on me." Though he wasn't about to open it all of the way, only just enough to see for himself. He could see land in the distance, their destination, but instead of being truthful he just shakes his head.

"Sorry Leaf, just ocean! Pretty sure we're gonna be a few more hours." Serves her right, closing that on him earlier when he was watching the outside to calm his nerves and imagining soaring on Senna.

Though he fidgets just a little bit in his seat, thumbing over the water stone he had made into a necklace years ago, plane landings have never been things he's liked. Too rough and bumpy, nothing at all like Senna's graceful landings in even the most troubling of flights with her. He half wishes they would have taken the 'porter or spent the extra cash for the hoopa based warps, sickness be damned, it'd've been a lot more pleasant than sitting in a plane.

"Please, like you'd say no to me climbing on you!" She shoots back with a grin - that ends up more a slightly confused pout at the nickname.

Come on, she didn't do anything that earned it, right? Unless he's cranky they're a few more hours off, which as far as she knows, he could be?? The idea that he's still cranky about the sunshade doesn't really enter her mind.

What she doesn't know: It's about twenty mins left before the seatbelt sign comes on, never mind the tertiary pilot's already in contact with officials in Alola to make sure the airways are clear of pokemon.

She does, however, notice he's playing with the depleted water stone. "Hey. It'll be fine. We'll land, get our stuff then you can go terrorise the skies for a bit, yea? while I deal with the 'porting stuff." She grins a bit. "And I guess go be a plant in the sun with Momo, too."

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"Yeah yeah you're right." Huff huff. She's right and he knows it, but c'mon, on the plane? Eva please, behave yourself.

If he wasn't so stubborn about not proving people right that boys weren't as strong as the women, he would have told her the real reason, but even for as much as he cares about Eva, it's hard to open up with everything. He has it in his head that there's things he can't say because of risking people being right, after all, he's been trying to defy all odds since he started his journey. Even earlier, but not taken seriously.

A laugh, more amused through a nervous snort. "You know I'm gonna, with all the wingull and pelipper bound to be around, Senna's gonna want to have some fun chasing them off!" An eyeroll, the moment Senna wants to sunbathe, he'll flop on the beach with Momo and take a beach nap as well before someone thinks Senna's hurt. "Not going to join us on the beach and be a plant too, or are you gonna go splash around with Tanknator?"

There's a flash of an impish grin -a well worn one that speaks of the unspeakable things of a possible piggyback later- then there's an elbow on the armrest and her hand in his. "Only most of the time."

Sometimes she wishes he wasn't so stubborn but then dismisses it just as quick. A flight of fancy leftover from Journey Days and their Badge Races. Plus, him not being stubborn is like saying the sky's green.

Stubbornness is what makes Satoru who he is. Makes him the man she loves and would tear the world part for.

"Dunno," she says with a hum, even if her mind's already drifting towards the 'be a plant in the sun' stage. "Can't I do both?"

"Says who?" Ask him and he'll tell anyone that she's right only some of the time as a tease, and that between the two of them he held the smarts. But he knows she's smart, even if reckless on occasion.

Her hand is a comfort and he instinctively relaxes only enough outwardly for her to be able to notice. He's grateful for her, obnoxiousness and all. In fact it's part of what endears her to him.

A snort, this time not nervous, then a sigh with a smirk. "Just as long as you don't get in the way of our sunlight! You know how Momo gets!"

A lie, of course, Momo couldn't be phased one bit and was too large to be phased by a small bit of shade from a human.

"Says me?" It's half statement, half question. She's well aware of how many times she has not, in fact, been right about something... and been obnoxious about it in the past. But that doesn't matter as much. Not when the goal was to get him to relax even slightly.

If she's honest, she's relaxed a little more as well. Enough to snicker at him and return the smirk. "Hmm. Well, I promise not to bother Momo at least..."

By the time she's done talking, it's more an impish, devil may care grin.

"Hmmm not a good enough source!" He pokes at her forehead affectionately, letting himself show at least something of his less cold side. But nothing more until they're in private, that little bit is easily brushed off as his taunts to anyone nosy enough to get between them.

But he knows that look and that tone, he knows she's plotting something. He welcomes it but goodness Eva must you on the plane with anyone to hear?

"Not Senna either, she'll complain and probably disturb everyone with sand!" No she won't, she'll absorb any attention with affectionate bird purrs as she lays in the sun. "What are you planning, hm?"

"What?!" It's only mock outrage, the sulk having little heat behind it. Sure, she could protest it but that's later, when it can end in a laugh match or something equally ridiculous. For now, the forehead poke's enough as she captures the hand, only to tug it down and interlace fingers.

You know, out of sight. Because there are some things only she has the right to see, and that's her boyfriend's melty gooey core.

"Nothing," she retorts, letting go of him to so she can cross her arms. "Why would I be planning anything?"

Her? Plotting? Never. Really. She's as innocent as a fairy! Well, outside of plotting shade-on-Satoru and or seeing if she can drag him into a wet t-shirt contest. Look, wet shirts cling nicely to him and she does enjoy a nice aesthetic look...

Too bad Alola's pretty equal for both sexes in that, so he can probably goad her into one, too.

"It's the grin, I know you're planning things. Things always come from those looks."

Smirking devilishly himself, as he pokes her forehead teasingly. He'd be lying if he hadn't thought about daring Eva to join him if she dragged him, but the thought had crossed his mind a couple of times.

"Granny's gonna wanna know when we land, she'll have my head if we don't let her know."

There was an obvious shiver as he said that, keeping his smirk in place. If anyone could scare him enough for him to show it, it was his grandmother.

The only answer to that is a grin; light-hearted yet not. A promise, maybe, of things best talked about later.

Later is not now, though. "I set Roro to send out texts when it's out of flight mode," Eva says with a shrug, not even remotely upset. Rotomi were city things and the typical trainer knew more about the Gear than a Rotomi, and Eva only knew as much as she did thanks to Erin and Kate, and Kate had all the upgrades one could get for the things.

Apparently being a bonafide true-spirit medium paid well, or something like that. All she knew was Kate was basically a hermit to avoid Holon and Almia's Ghost Clans.

"Also it's like, what, four hours time difference or something, so she should still be at the Ranch." Or there about, but the point is, Eva has her boyfriend all to herself.

And she plans on making the best of it, give the rest of the holiday is work and poking at the islands for cheap land and then a bunch of other things re: getting that land.

On the plus side, they can probably catch a bunch of pokemon. Well, if there's time.

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