Bonk

Noir wasn't taking retirement well, working just two domestic jobs at a bar and at his husband's restaurant began to mess with the man's natural wanderlust and desire to be in constant, adrenaline pumping danger. He was tapping his claws on the table as Noi hopped circles around it and grasping his little mask in his hands. Reaper was sleeping as where the rest of his noiverns and Opus, and so his only company until John got off was the little noimask. They weren't bad company by any means but sometimes Noir got uncomfortable staring at them for too long, like the little noimask was running around with a piece of his soul that it stole and had take shape during his stay in wintervale and so he just simply sighed, heavily. His PD lit up and vibrated across the table and he stared for a solid moment before reaching over. It was another call for arms type deal. Apparently the litwik fusions had not even begun to stop flooding out of the crevices created by groudon and they needed any volunteers to defeat the creatures before they caused more harm then they had already had. He stared at Noi in front of him, he certainly wouldn't be battling anytime soon but... He heard a zap and then squeak as Tink popped out of her ball of her own volition. She did that, quite commonly and he was pretty sure it was due to her own strength and stubbornness. However... He had seen the tinkakrow beat many pokemon with relative ease. Reaper wasn't much of a fighter in his old age but he was sure the tink fusion would love some violence and so he hummed thoughtfully as he shoved his PD in his pocket, alongside Noi who squawked and looked over at the curious Tinkakrow. "Wanna raise some hell, Tink?" He mused, crouching and offering his hand to her. Her face split into a wide grin and she grabbed his hand excitedly with her free one, squeaking in delight. 

it didn't take long to get to the 'battle field' that the PD had assigned him and with Tink bouncing ahead, only reaching back to drag him by the hem of his jacket to rush him along it made it go by even faster. Noi had peeked his own head out of the pocket to stare curiously, grasping his mask and chittering quietly up to the Noivern fused man as though he could understand him. He rubbed their small head gently and earned a pleased trill as he spotted a thick gathering of the fusions on the horizon. Before he could even dish out any commands, he head a loud "THUNK" followed by the sound of a deflating balloon. Tink had pelted one of the litwik fusions at the other with her hammer, causing them both to just simply... Melt, as ghost types seemed to do. She didn't heed his warning of "Play safe!" as she bolted into the crowd, slamming her hammer into anything she could with a bloodlust in her tiny eyes Noir almost admired her for. In the end he got very little adrenaline pumping himself but it felt nice to be in _some_ danger. He stared at his PD to ensure he got home by the time his husband did, he still had time so he simply was happy to sit back and watch the violence.