Tilled Soil

Noir sighed as he slumped back on the couch, staring out of the corner of his eyes at the bag that John had left on the table in front of him with a miniature scowl. Cumulus raised his head with a concerned chirp when he heard his trainer let out a heavy huff and moved forward to lay his body across Noir's lap as best as he could as Bjonk was already clinging to him and sleeping alongside Noi, the tiny noibat fusion contently napping underneath the tinkatink fusion. Tink was idly coloring in a childs coloring book across the way and Noir was seemingly the only one with problems in this current state as he stared at the bag more. It was gardening tools. John had declared he needed a new hobby and so just because he kind of enjoyed the festival, he had decided Noir should fully get into it as the man himself had a garden for his cooking and so Noir was given his own patch, some tools, and some already bloomed saplings to plant. He ran a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh, he had thrown on one of John's alolan print shirts as somewhat revenge in getting in dirty. It helped that it smelled like the love of his life and was loose and comfortable. The day was lovely outside and Noir was on PTO - At forceful encouragement from his doctor and John after his last panic attack and fainting fiasco and so he had been restless. The man was a workaholic after all and had worked upwards of 6 jobs before John had forced him to cut back.

Another thing encouraged was just relaxing, something the man was absolute dog shit at as well. The noivern infused man groaned as he leaned back on the couch, jostling the pokemon on him and getting Tink's attention who gladly waddled over with her mace in hand and chittering. Bjonk and Noi woke up and Noi simply slipped into Noir's shirt pocket and bjonk sleepily held her arms to Tink who gladly scooped her so her trainer could stand up as Cumulus excitedly hopped off the couch and wandered over to grab his vest. "..You won't be needing that, buddy, we're just going into the back yard." He said softly, stretching and yawning as he stood up finally free of pokemon. He grabbed the tote bag of supplies and seedlings and headed to the backyard as his little entourage followed him, pausing to pet Reaper on the head. The old man was sunbathing, the 33 yr old Noivern had gray hairs littering his fur and hated moving if he didn't have too yet he slowly raised his head to lick at his trainer's hand lovingly before moving out the door when Noir opened it and plopping down on the porch to resume sunbathing. Noi quickly hopped on the older Noiverns head to cuddle and sleep as Noir leaned over to unpack everything and Tink and Bjonk where quickly filled by energy in the bright sun, Bjonk sliding down to run around with Tink and Cumulus was dutifully on Noir's side the entire time. Noir got to planting in the plot that John had lovingly prepared for his husband and quickly got into the action. He must have been tense beforehand , because as he focused on the task at hand his over thinking melted away and he almost felt sore from how much his muscles unclenched. Cumulus laid down by his side, tail swaying in the wind before Noi waddled over realizing Reaper wouldn't play with him. Noir looked at the neat rows of seedlings and then over at his pokemon and smiled ever so slightly. He supposed he could get use to 'relaxing' in this way. It's the doctors orders, after all.