My Nee-chan came up with this whole supernatural AU and I jumped on her bandwagon (once again). And I've been meaning to write some Honorshipping.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or its franchise.

"Falkneeeeer, I'm bored."

Falkner opens his eyes and glances at a tall man seated in the pew with him. The man lounges back with his bare feet resting atop the pew in front of them. Peeking out from his shaggy blond hair is a pair of twitching fox ears.

"Go back to the house then," is Falkner's clipped reply.

"But I'll be bored there."

"Then be quiet."

"No can do."

"And why not, Morty?"

Morty flashes a toothy grin. "You know better than anyone that I cannot keep quiet for too long."

Oh for the love of— Falkner returns to his prayers, willing away the urge to exorcise his so-called guardian.

"Come on! You do this every day. Missing one won't kill you." Morty then pauses. "Will it? 'Cause I've been reading up on your God and he can really dole out those vengeances."

The priest groans, patience dwindling. How did I ever get stuck with a guardian like him?!

The rustle of fabric and a solid body draping over his back has the vein above his left temple pulsing in irritation. The sleeves of Morty's patterned haori blanket around Falkner's kneeled form.

"Are you finished yet?" his guardian asks, tugging at the priest's white collar.

"No."

"What about now?"

Falkner grits his teeth. "No."

There is a bout of silence until Morty asks again, resulting in the priest roughly elbowing the offending fox-man in the side; Falkner smirks at the pained grunt that follows after.

Morty sits back in his seat with a pout. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yes," he seethes.

"You're no fun."

"So I'm told."

When Morty does not respond, Falkner considers it a miracle. He gets a few uninterrupted seconds to himself before something heavy plops in his lap. Looking down, he finds a very fluffy blond fox with five fluffier tails staring up at him with a pleading expression in its purple eyes. The fox lets out a small whine, its tails wagging hopefully.

"That is not going to work, Morty."

There is another whine.

"You are a grown adult."

Morty's eyes widen; the pleading intensifies.

"I'm very upset with you."

The fox bows his head; the tails stop wagging.

A beat later, Falkner's expression softens and moves to pick up his silly guardian, cradling him. Morty wiggles around, finding a comfortable spot in his charge's arms.

The priest pets the fox's head, giving momentary scratches behind his ears. "Do not think that this counts as forgiveness. You know better than anyone that I don't like seeing you sad," he mutters.

All five tails start wagging again as Morty reaches up to lick Falkner's cheek with a happy purr.

"Now," Falkner starts while placing his guardian back in his lap, "sit here and be quiet while I finish. Oh drat, I forgot where I left off. I better start again."

He smirks at Morty's annoyed yip.