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Sep. 22nd, 2012 09:24 pm[There's really not much to see at first; just a flurry of colors and Pokemon voices chirping, chittering and chattering away, until a purple furred rump covers the screen. Through the noisy Poke-talk, Cheria can be heard humming while there are the sounds of dishes clattering quietly. The noise starts to pick up though and after a few minutes, she can be heard trying to quiet the group down.]
Now now guys, you've already had your evening snacks. It's time for quiet so you can all sleep easier. Okay?
[It seems she's made the right choice in picking up the Glameow, coming into view of the screen. Her hair is pulled back into a single ponytail today, bangs clipped up so she can work a bit easier. Giving the cat Pokemon a sweet smile while setting him aside, she reaches for the gear. In the background, there's a Squirtle dashing across the counter near the sink, playfully spitting bubbles at a newly hatched Petilil... well. That is who he was aiming at, but it's the Trubbish who takes the "blow", using a take down attack and knocking the Squirtle off the counter.
Too bad he was using bubble still and several of them popped over Cheria's head, along with a slosh of dirty sink water from the Pokemon toppling into the water. Letting out a surprised squeak at the water suddenly dropping from above, Cheria stops in her quest to grab the gear and stands quickly, turning to see what went on.]
Asbel, are you alright? It's not good to play up here! [Scooping the Squirtle out of the water now, she's turning a frown at the Trubbish.] Hey, don't pick on the little ones! They're just getting used to things, and don't need you making it worse!
[The Trubbish wiggles his arms, trying to explain, but trashbag talk doesn't translate very well. The Squirtle, on the other hand, is making such a cheeky face behind his trainers back..]
Now now guys, you've already had your evening snacks. It's time for quiet so you can all sleep easier. Okay?
[It seems she's made the right choice in picking up the Glameow, coming into view of the screen. Her hair is pulled back into a single ponytail today, bangs clipped up so she can work a bit easier. Giving the cat Pokemon a sweet smile while setting him aside, she reaches for the gear. In the background, there's a Squirtle dashing across the counter near the sink, playfully spitting bubbles at a newly hatched Petilil... well. That is who he was aiming at, but it's the Trubbish who takes the "blow", using a take down attack and knocking the Squirtle off the counter.
Too bad he was using bubble still and several of them popped over Cheria's head, along with a slosh of dirty sink water from the Pokemon toppling into the water. Letting out a surprised squeak at the water suddenly dropping from above, Cheria stops in her quest to grab the gear and stands quickly, turning to see what went on.]
Asbel, are you alright? It's not good to play up here! [Scooping the Squirtle out of the water now, she's turning a frown at the Trubbish.] Hey, don't pick on the little ones! They're just getting used to things, and don't need you making it worse!
[The Trubbish wiggles his arms, trying to explain, but trashbag talk doesn't translate very well. The Squirtle, on the other hand, is making such a cheeky face behind his trainers back..]
