[As the camera flickers on and adjusts to the dim light inside of the Ilex Forest, let us all start with an overview of what has been going on in the last few episodes of Shotas in Johto days of Ken and Miles' lives.

First of all, there have been lots of wild Pokémon. Lots of them. It started off with a hoard of Paras snatching Remus and Romulus away. Then a Bulbasaur had attacked Ken (after he stepped on her). Pip has also ATTACKED WITH FIRE every other Pokémon that ever appeared in his path; this usually resulted in poor, fainted wild Pokémon or more burns on Miles' fingers. And Ken facepalming like no tomorrow.

There has also been a lot of wandering. Utterly lost and failing to remember that Miles' eight foot tall dog has a wonderful sense of smell that could un-lost them in possibly a few hours, the two boys have been wandering through the forest for a good nine days now. Nine days of wandering, camping, and encountering wild Pokémon. At least they were together. Oherwise they'd be in a lot of trouble.

For example: ]

--!! O-ow.

[Now.]

Hold still, Miles - I'm almost done.

[The camera is finally adjusting to the darkness, and the screen shifts in the arms of whatever Pokémon is holding the communicator this time - a small grunt of "Plu" and "Minu" soon indicate who they are - before coming to focus on the two little boys by the campfire. One is seated on a fallen log, shoulders hunched and his face scrunched into an uncomfortable grimace as the other stands over him, biting his tongue in concentration as he keeps his eyes on... whatever he's doing with the top of Miles' head.

It appears that the said top of Miles' head is moving.]

Really, Miles, how did you even manage this? [Ken is grumbling - he doesn't seem angry, but the amusement is blending nicely with exasperation.] I could understand getting leaves or twigs in your hair - it's getting really long too - but.... Zubats?

[....that's right, Johto. Zubats. Zubats! In Miles' hair.

Don't. Even. Ask.

The wild Pokémon just flaps its wings wildly, yanking on more of Miles' grey hair, and the boy winces, hand flying to the back of his head. Ken swats it away though, shaking his head and continuing to untangle the bat's claws from his friend's hair. Miles just grimaces more, sighing at this new misfortune... then scowls when he sees the camera recording.]

Remus. Romulus. Turn that off.

[[ooc; Hello Route! Remember how Miles dropped his Gear down the well and totally decimated it? Well, it's still broken, hence the post via Ken's Gear. There will be replies from both shotas! :D ]]