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Entry tags:
- and why is he so angry,
- approaching canon levels of absurdity,
- been eating the local mushrooms,
- dammit gandhina,
- dammit johto,
- dammit thing,
- everything is stupid forever,
- hey look he has a heart,
- hit the deck it's agent rosenflower,
- i love you but only like gandhi,
- i've got work to do dammit,
- shenanigans are imminent,
- stocking up on aspirin,
- this is all coop's fault somehow,
- welcome to the justice farm of science,
- why would you ever,
- ▶ saffron city
009 | Saffron City | Video / Action;
[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, Route! Sixty-five degrees and sunny in the middle of January. Sure, all the melting snow has probably turned the yard to mud, but what the hey, it's a nice change from blitzing cold weather and mountains of snow. And seeing as how tomorrow is predicted to be just as nice, Albert's just going to head right on over to the hall closet to put away his heavy winter coat for the next few d—
OHGOD WHY ARE THERE PUPPIES EVERYWHERE WHO PUT PUPPIES IN THE CLOSET
Twenty-four puppies, to be exact — a nice big mess of Poochyena, Houndour, and Growlithe puppies, all of whom come swarming out at the first crack of light shining through the doorway. One furry stampede later, Albert is left standing aghast with his hand still on the doorknob and the coat still over his arm, staring incredulously into the closet (where there seems to be a hastily-dragged and lumpily-piled blanket shoved into a corner, and a whole lot of eggshells scattered around) and blinking like he's not entirely sure he believes he just saw what he did.
Were those just puppies.
In the closet.
Why were there puppies in the — actually, you know what, does he really want to know? Probably not.]
Gandhina!
[And sure enough, a minute later, a muddy-pawed Gandhina trots obediently into view, tail wagging and a comatose, weather-beaten, mostly-dead Paras held securely in her jaws. Clearly currently rocking the most happy puppy mood to ever exist, she sets it down on the carpet and sits proudly, still trying to wag her tail despite it being trapped beneath her.]
Dammit, Gandhina, what are you doing with Thi— that's...not Thing. Where did you find ano...ther...
[BUT BEFORE FURTHER COMMENT CAN BE HAD, in skitters the real Thing (as evidenced by the fact that he's still de-mushroomed and wrapped securely in clean white bandages) — who proceeds to DASH OVER TO THE OTHER PARAS like a crab possessed, and what ensues can only be described as, well, the Paras equivalent of cuddling.
Yeah.
If any of you need Albert, network, he'll just be standing here contemplating what the hell his life has become, thanks.]
OHGOD WHY ARE THERE PUPPIES EVERYWHERE WHO PUT PUPPIES IN THE CLOSET
Twenty-four puppies, to be exact — a nice big mess of Poochyena, Houndour, and Growlithe puppies, all of whom come swarming out at the first crack of light shining through the doorway. One furry stampede later, Albert is left standing aghast with his hand still on the doorknob and the coat still over his arm, staring incredulously into the closet (where there seems to be a hastily-dragged and lumpily-piled blanket shoved into a corner, and a whole lot of eggshells scattered around) and blinking like he's not entirely sure he believes he just saw what he did.
Were those just puppies.
In the closet.
Why were there puppies in the — actually, you know what, does he really want to know? Probably not.]
Gandhina!
[And sure enough, a minute later, a muddy-pawed Gandhina trots obediently into view, tail wagging and a comatose, weather-beaten, mostly-dead Paras held securely in her jaws. Clearly currently rocking the most happy puppy mood to ever exist, she sets it down on the carpet and sits proudly, still trying to wag her tail despite it being trapped beneath her.]
Dammit, Gandhina, what are you doing with Thi— that's...not Thing. Where did you find ano...ther...
[BUT BEFORE FURTHER COMMENT CAN BE HAD, in skitters the real Thing (as evidenced by the fact that he's still de-mushroomed and wrapped securely in clean white bandages) — who proceeds to DASH OVER TO THE OTHER PARAS like a crab possessed, and what ensues can only be described as, well, the Paras equivalent of cuddling.
Yeah.
If any of you need Albert, network, he'll just be standing here contemplating what the hell his life has become, thanks.]
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Then again the latter means it's Tuesday, basically.
Gandhina tracking mud as she trots proudly by with an unconscious bug in her mouth in response to Albert yelling for her just adds another layer of weird to the whole mess.
Oi vey. She reaches down into the puppy stampede and wrangles one of the gray-furred ones before giving it up as a lost cause and just...going to see what the hell is going on.]
The house is getting rather full, don't you think?
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I opened the closet door and puppies came out. What the hell is this, a poochy piñata?
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Sidestepping a puppy from behind
her ninja skills are still intact yesas she...follows, because really what better thing does she have to do?]Apparently so.
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It should go without saying, but did you put them in there?
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[What do you take her for, geeze.]
...should that one not go to the Pokemon Center?
[someone has not been informed of the saga of Thing.]
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[He pauses briefly, mostly because it's Ziva.]
You've seen Thing around here, right? The crab with the bandages?
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[Curious thing, but there's enough general weirditude around her at any given moment that she just...hasn't asked. But he looks almost the same, minus the addition of mushrooms, and the talk of taking the off...]
The mushrooms are debilitating, I take it.
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And no one else is concerned about this?
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They're of the opinion that it's just another beautiful part of how nature operates. Or they don't give a damn about a bug. Either way, I'm not having it.
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[To put it bluntly.]
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[He can do blunt.]