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Ok, a little extra bit for chapter 6! 6 was running long enough, so edited out the last bit for another post.

Chapter 6 Soil (Or, Probably Why You Don't Ask About Food)

I entered the restroom, and would say me and Sol were both thankful there didn't seem to be anybody in the stalls. After a second or two, waiting for coughs or any indication otherwise, I made my way over to the changing station on the side of the wall.

Unlike what you could find at the Poof Places, this changing platform was like the usual you would find in a restroom. That is, it was for human children. Accommodating every public space with changing places that had adequate conditions for the multitude of Pokemon that might visit them was considered, well, pricey and extremely difficult to manage. Having a table that can support the 800 pound weight of a Wailord in hundreds of establishments was asking too much of the small-business owner. Not that...anyone has a diapered Wailord in the city, but you get my point.

No, so it was just the regular kind for humans...but it could still be used for smaller Pokemon. Under a reasonable height and weight, it works in a pinch. Luckily, Sol was two-for-two, about the size of a young child and, I guess, far under the weight. I admit, I don't do measurement numbers TOO well.

Anyway, I undid the latch and pulled the station into it's open L shape, noting the support straps and sanitary sheets. I decided to take it up on the offer for Sol's sake, laying a few of those down with one hand. After tugging off the tail tape of the diaper at the back, I laid Sol down onto the table. It didn't so much as buckle under the weight, of him and his full diaper, so we were good.

"Saaal..." Sol grunted, looking off to the side, then the other, then just deciding to look at the ceiling. Gray space and the sinks with the mirrors were probably less desirable sights than the white-block ceiling. Can't blame him, we don't do this often. He was probably just as uncomfortable about being changed in public places than he was having a soiled diaper.

I lowered my bag near the table and started digging through it for his supplies, inwardly thinking about Monte and Jean waiting up for me. Why would they do that? We had the meal, we talked a little...what else was there? Did the two actually consider me more than a once-off discussion? I certainly didn't have anything, other than a notable Pokemon partner, that made me stand out to---

The door opened, and I only gave a quick glance to the person entering before digging in the bag again. Sol wanted me to be quick, so I didn't let something distract me. Sol though, was higher than me at the moment, and was immediately taking alarmed interest at the new person...which turned out to be a young boy in shorts with sticky-sauce fingers.

While I had my attention away, the boy had taken brief notice of me, looked to the sinks, started for them, then noticed the reason why I was rustling through a bag. He saw a black-and-gray-scaled Pokemon laying on the changing table with a rather lumpy diaper. Sol saw him too, and the boy continued to look at him with surprise, and a little suppressed giggle that I didn't manage to hear as I got some plastic gloves on. Sol did, however, and glared at the kid, while barring his teeth in embarrassment.

I rose up, further noting the restrooms newest occupant, who saw me looking and decided to continue his intended goal. I ignored him as he went to the sink, got on his toes, and started to wash his sauce-stained hands. Meanwhile, I tended to my Pokemon, trying to be both careful and quick for Sol's sake.

I focused fully on the task, but Sol, on the other hand, had his attention on the boy. No sooner had I tugged the tapes off of his diaper, with the accompanying 'rrrriiiiipp' noise, Sol saw the boy behind me looking back at us. He was still letting water gush over his fingers as he looked back at some guy wiping down a Pokemon he's probably never seen before.

When I finally got Sol cleaned up enough, sliding his dirty diaper to the side, I started unfolding the new one. It was about this time the boy finished with the water, and was taking paper towels to dry his hands, going rather slowly about it as I slid the new diaper under Sol and started to powder him. I took Sol's look elsewhere, and his accompanying bewildered and uncomfortable expressions, to be just about him being changed in a public restroom. Didn't consider it was the kid at first...I mean, I was working after all.

The boy was still there, drying his hands with a third, or even fifth, sheet of paper, when I taped Sol's new diaper up. I pulled him up so I could latch the tail tape, before picking him up fully and lowering him onto the floor. His claws clicked against the surface as I gave an uncertain glance at the kid with the clearly-dried hands, then got to work taping Sol's dirty diaper up. I figured I would maybe just toss this one back at home, it's getting late anyhow...

While I was doing that, Sol was glaring with a slight blush at the boy nearby, who had been looking at him the whole past minute or two while he was getting his diaper changed. My lizard growled between his toothy protrusions, not liking the smile on the kid's face. When the boy finally finished wasting bits of re-purposed tree, and saw the dirty diaper I was working with near the changing table, he pointed at the Salandit with mocking smile.

"Hehehe! You made poopies! Babies make poopies!" the boy said, starting to laugh.

That little jerky---Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sol flex his claws, and saw the beginning flame undulations of his tail start up. Oh crap...Sol don't do that. Don't do---

Sol closed his slit eyes for a second, and I could see his cheeks twitch at his restraint, before he glanced my way for some kind of approval to do something rather unfriendly to the boy mocking him. I shook my head, carefully, but my eyes showed I understood his feeling on the matter. His mouth twitched in annoyance at not getting the OK on what he WANTED to do, but was grudgingly accepting of it.

I finished with Sol's former diaper, stuffing it in the bag along with everything else, tossing my used gloves in the nearby trash. I decided to forgo picking up Sol, and made sure he saw my gesture to leave. "Not worth it buddy," I whispered to him. Grudgingly, and growling out both sides of his nearly clenched mouth, he started to follow me.

"Lizard made poopies! Lizard made poopies!" the boy chuckled, causing my lizard to twitch with primal 'I'm going to kick your butt' tension.

I was eternally thankful that Sol didn't do anything worse...and I honestly can't blame him for doing SOMETHING.

As soon as Sol was passing by the boy, he took a step more...then jumped back, facing the kid. He spread his arms out, displaying his claws, opened his mouth in a BIG hiss, and caused his tail to flame out menacingly. It was a two-or-three second scare, but unfortunately for the boy, the 'lizard-who-made-poopies' was suddenly a VERY, VERY scarey thing blocking the only exit of the room.

"Waaaaahhhh!!"

The boy yelled out and back-walked against the sink, holding onto the counter with both hands as if he thought merging with architecture was a possibility for him. As Sol turned off his 'scary-mode' and gave himself a satisfied smile, three things happened.

One, I turned back to see Sol's handiwork. I withheld my judgement for the moment, watching the brief turnabout my lizard had done on this jerk kid. Two, the bathroom door opened, nearly hitting my shoes, and in walked a distressed woman with a purse dandling from her shoulder. Three, I heard a hissing noise...but it wasn't what I thought it was, not exactly.

For the second thing, the woman who came in was apparently summoned by the kid's yell and turned out to be his...mother or sitter, or something, given that she seemed to have some kind of relationship with the boy. That, and the fact she entered the MEN'S restroom so quick meant she may have been waiting outside for the boy. She ran over to the terrified boy, trying to ascertain what happened, till her eyes fell on my Salandit.

"Oh! You impish little reptile!" the woman berated him, to which Sol slumped a bit at. Though, it wasn't guilt, he was grinning and giving the woman a 'why thank you' look. Then her eyes fell to me. "You! Is this YOUR Pokemon!? What kind of young man has their Pokemon scare little bo...bo...boys..."

For the third thing, turns out the hissing noise was coming from the boy, and me, the woman, and even the boy himself had noticed it after Sol did. From my view, the front of the boy's shorts were a darker shade, wet with him peeing himself at being scared. Sol allowed himself a smug face, even as I came over to pick him up. If I hadn't, he would have milked this moment for all it was worth.

"Y-you terrible little beast! And you! Boy! How irresponsible are you with reigning that wild menace in!" the woman berated me as I picked my smug little lizard up into my arms, one arm around his middle, another on his padded rump, his back to my chest.

"Y-yes mam, very irresponsible," I agreed, which threw her for a little bit of a loop. "That wasn't a good thing to do at all---" I told Sol, who look up at me with a 'are you for REAL?' face. I started out of the restroom, hearing the woman trying to comfort the boy and, oddly, remark about his drenched drawers.

"Oh now look at this! You soaked right through your pull-ups little man!"

"S-scary lizard!"

Through the pint-sized hall and door, I paused outside, adjusting Sol a bit, putting most of his weight on the hand supporting his rump. He was still iffed at me, till I rose my free hand up in a fist.

"---it was a righteous thing," I said, completing what I had wanted to tell him. Sol slacked his jaw for a second, then cackled a bit, returning with a small one of his own as we fist bumped before heading back.

Sol didn't do anything to hurt the kid, which I would have berated him for and been more concerned about. That boy apparently wasn't too use to having some tact when it came to diapered Pokemon. Let's just say maybe a return to diapers for a day or two would get him not to be so arrogant...