Right. So maybe a forest wasn't the best idea to try and find some good soil to bury this egg. But Kaneda felt that he could easily find comfort or at least a camping spot in this forest. He could bury the egg, then he could set up camp, then he could look after the egg and make sure nobody stepped on where he buried it.

Curious about why he is burying it? So glad you asked.

Both eggs didn't get buried, only the one which he had clearly figured out was a Larvitar egg. The reason being, Larvitar eggs prefer to be buried to hatch. That didn't bother Kaneda one wee little bit. What confused him was the other egg. He had no idea what the hell the thing was and it confused him on how to take care of it. So, he had it in the fold of his shirt which was tucked into his belt, and it ironically made him look a little pregnant when he stood up straight. Comical as that was, it was because Kaneda knew that he at least had to keep the thing warm. At least, that's what all his research had led him to believe.

All that to say, Kaneda was currently building a fire, avoiding knocking the egg in his shirt with any of the sticks he was stacking up. He didn't have a tent perched because he planned on sleeping leaned up against the tree. There was a fresh mound of recently dug up dirt just in front of the tree to indicate he'd buried the Larvitar egg to make it happy. Once he had the sticks set, he dug around in his bag - avoiding knocking out a few gems he'd dug up while making the Larvitar egg its home - and used a flint from his bag and started the fire. Footsteps lead his eyes to look up, noticing a figure not too far off.

What, is this place a popular tourist attraction or something? He thought. It was a stupid forest - granted it did have gems all on the ground and trees. But he just thought those were there as part of the forest. How was he supposed to know otherwise? It wasn't like he was a local.

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Kaneda raised one of his eyebrows as an Oddish approached, the bird that followed seemed to know what it was saying. Kaneda sat up straight and gave a warm smile to the ones who were making their way closer. The trainer's words broke through the speech barrier. Finally, somebody, he could understand. "It's not a problem."

He spoke honestly. He didn't mind company. So long as the company wasn't stealing from him. "Brings you guys out to the forest?" Instinct lead him to sit up against the tree just behind the mound of fresh dirt showing he'd buried something on the ground there. He leaned against the tree, one knee propped up and the other leg sprawled straight out.

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"Research, huh?" He could hear the small chatter between the two Pokemon but didn't know in the slightest what they were talking amongst themselves about. It was annoying because Kaneda would have loved to hear their conversations.

In the past, he had watched trainers interact with their Pokemon like this. Inset was almost annoying with how well their people, even children, understood the language of Pokemon. He just hadn't ever been taught, or maybe he couldn't be taught. Some people couldn't pick up a new language simply because their mind wasn't made for it. Or maybe his ears were broken.

Either way, he looked back up at the guy with hair just as long as his own, moving to take his egg from his pouch. "I'm trying to hatch this little guy." he gently pushed his hand into the dirt, starting to create a hole big enough for the egg in his hand. He set it into the hole and started covering it with dirt. "The type of egg it is, it likes to be buried and hatches underground. So, I figured, what the hell. Why not camp out a few days for it?"

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Listening to Trent introduce himself prompted Kaneda to carefully stand up. He extended his hand in a gesture of greeting, providing the option for a handshake. Because that's what you're supposed to do, that's the proper thing to do. "Kaneda." As per usual, his last name was left out.

He glanced at Darrik and then to Tina. "And it's a pleasure to meet the two of you." He glanced between the two of them and then back to the Trainer to which they belonged. "Dancing makes sense, aspirations of a future evolution and all. Once knew a Charmander that threw himself off various heights because he thought he could fly." Which was hilarious only after he'd broken the Charmander's fall out of a six-story building.

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Overall there was a lot to process. This guy needed some booze, that's what Kaneda had decided. Unless of course, he was the type of guy who wasn't really affected by it and just got drowsy from it. Then it would just be better to try and get him to be a little bit looser.

Either way, Kaneda couldn't blame him, because he had a point. Aspirations were typically only considered 'good' if they were obtained. Aspirations were only rewarded if they were completed - like goals. But to call them 'dreams' and to say there was no hope in dreaming? Maybe this guy simply needed a light in his dark dank tunnel known as his point of view on life.

The Oddish, Tina, seemed to be doing decently well at being light. Maybe this guy was impervious to light? Either way, Kaneda was intrigued. "Aspirations are only good if obtainable, if unobtainable they are considered dreams, and there is no point of dreaming... because?" Didn't this guy watch all those kid movies? Maybe that's what was wrong, his life was void of those flakey kid movies that tell you to dream big dreams and be a better you and all that shit.

Kaneda was a realist, but he was also the type of guy who saw the good in life until proven otherwise. So why not dream? Dreaming wasn't a bad thing, not in his opinion. It was a way to inspire yourself. At least, that's what he believed.

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Somehow he had opened up a can of worms and in a way, he was totally fine with it. He took his seat back in front of his tree, waving to invite Trent to sit because.... why the hell not. They had already started a deep conversation, so why not continue on with it?

Everything Trent said was his own truth and Kaneda decided it wasn't really his own. Sure, in a way, he definitely agreed. If you don't dream, you don't get disappointed. He could relate to that. "Not very long ago, I dreamed of freedom." The truth bomb he'd just lit was about to blow up and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. However, Trent didn't seem like some sort of police spy so he figured he may as well be honest. Maybe because Trent himself was being honest and open-- or so, Kaneda got the impression he was.

"I was in a position in life where freedom was not my own. I was in a position where it wasn't my decision how to live my life, and I hated it. I lived every day with the determination to make my dream of freedom come true. One day, the dream did come true, because I made it come true. My aspirations of freedom became a beautiful and blinding reality. Here I am, a free man, talking the strangest philosophy I never thought I'd talk about in my life with a guy I barely know all because I had a dream, was inspired to make it a reality, and took life by the reigns and made it so." He tilted his head in thought. "I think, that maybe, what you're talking about are called dreams, and maybe what I'm talking about is actually called hope. But in a sense, I think they're the same thing... though, maybe your dreams just lost their hope and inspiration and were no longer aspirations and instead things that you wished had come true, and didn't. My dreams were a goal, your dreams are a wish."

These sorts of topics weren't his forte. As a matter of fact, he was a bit impressed with himself for getting that far into a thought process and actually completing it. For a second, he wondered if he was really him. "Maybe there are like, sub-categories to dreams. The kind you hope, the kind you wish, and the kind you get when you accidentally take a nap in the middle of the day..." And there he was, back to being himself, the guy with not so elegant linguistic skills.

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What Kaneda was slowly learning was that Trent never thought himself wrong, that his perspective was always right, and nobody could tell him otherwise. He was also wondering if maybe Trent was more argumentative than he was conversational and that just had Kaneda raising a brow. Because for a guy who seemed to be so stiff, he sure did like to hear himself talk. But don't all the stiffs?

Stiff or not, Kaneda probably had his own quirks people hated. So why not just accept the fact that Trent has his perspective and Kaneda would have his. This guy had been done a wrong and hadn't gotten over it. Sure, people did wrong to Kaneda, but what use would it be to dwell on them and let them control his happiness? No thanks, he'd rather live free, and be able to sleep at night. But, everybody was different. Kaneda believed that more than he believed oxygen was needed to breathe. He'd never been a science major though, so that was probably why.

All thought process halted to an immediate stop when he saw the book cover. He blinked twice, then suddenly he was grinning. "Was... Is that what I think it is?" Finally, some middle ground! Kaneda could talk about dirty books, almost all day. He liked to read magazines and all that but if he had his pick? It was a dirty romance novel he was reading on his Pokegear.

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