HQ Library || Late Night
"Captain, we've lost all contact with Agent Bently! Requesting permission for a search party!"
The library of HQ is such a private place at one in the morning, and Wally cannot be more happy for the fact. Not only can he put his shit wherever he likes, he can drape himself across the couch and be as loud as he pleases.
As loud and obnoxious as he pleases. The couch is strewn with comic books as a testament to that, the boy sitting upside down on the furniture with his legs against its back and his head on the floor. One hand holds the comic book open, the other gesturing wildly as he yells the dialogue written on the page in the voice he chose for this character.
There is no one else here; the books are his only audience and even if Orion was around instead of roaming the rest of the library, it wouldn't matter; he has nothing to fear from his beloved fairy. No judging eyes, no one to tell him to grow up, no one to tear him a new one for being weird or silly or nerdy, no sudden horrible pressure that he should be doing more useful things. Just himself and these books and his own imagination.
Freedom tastes so good.
His voice drops to a low, sad attempt at a deep voice. "Joanna, we can't spare anyone to go down to such a dangerous planet! We need all hands available right here on board in case the Diamonds attack!"
Wally's voice rises again, his free hand gesturing forward pleadingly. "But Captain, he's your own first mate! You can't leave him stranded there like that!" His fist clenches. "I'll go down there myself if I have to, but we're not leaving him there! He needs us; he trusts us! And you!"
He doesn't notice the man in the doorway until the book slips from his grip and he rights himself in his seat with a grumble to retrieve it. At the sight of the adult and his Pokemon standing there staring, Wally freezes like a rabbit caught in a hunter's glare, bent over in his seat with one hand on the book and the other bracing himself against the couch to ensure he won't fall. All he can do is stare back, doe silver eyes wide with morification and the color draining from his face.
(Although this is happening in the noncanon section, this RP is very much CANON. It is merely showcasing events that could not happen on screen at the HQ Team due to these morons doing everything at a time when other characters are either asleep or have nothing to write about. The HQ Team will have links to this team when referencing things that took place here. I will also note that this story opens several days before the HQ Team story began.)