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[Ken had become very used to sleeping with a small Cubone next to him. He had become very used to being covered in Pokemon when he woke up, actually, considering Kirby had a habit of crushing his lungs, Romulus seemed to think his face was the perfect sleeping spot, and Hermes had claimed his feet a long time ago. He was thankful he only woke with Nemesis curled next to him--that skull was really hard--almost every morning.
There was something slightly off about the situation this morning, though. He could breathe, he could see and his feet were kind of cold. Nemesis was still beside him, snoring... loudly... like usual, buried in his pajama shirt. With a groan, rubbing at his eyes, he surveyed the room, waiting for it to come into focus.
Miles had already gotten up, and was... not here, if the lack of GIANT DOG in the room meant anything. Ken's Pokemon were now piled on Miles' side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. As his vision finally cleared, he looked down at Nemesis and realized... that he was surrounded by, not pokemon, but a lot of...
Eggs?]
Where... did...? ... Miles...?
[He blinked, stupidly at Nemesis as the Pokemon woke, stretching (accidentally whacking him with her bone club). She looked at him with an expression that could only have been described as "... what?" He looked at the eggs. Her eyes followed. He looked back at her. She returned the "... what?" expression.
She then lifted the one nearest to her and put it on Ken's lap.]
... Are these yours?
[... Nemesis and Ken had long since learned to speak to each other through looks.
But there was no need for that bond as the look Nemesis gave him would have been accompanied by "Where the hell else would they have come from?!" if she had been human.]
... But...
[Ken reached for his pack, careful not to upset the eggs around him, and went for his PokeDex. He read the entry again...
A beat.
Pines for the mother it lost at birth.
Wears its mother's skull.
Ken goes very pale and grabs for his Cubone.]
What do you think you were doing!?
[Text ; This evening]
Free to good home
Three Cubone eggs. Must be kind to Pokemon and willing to take good care of them and maybe sometimes send pictures.
Or Nemesis will never talk to me again.
[... orz]
[OOC: ... forgot to add that they're all claimed like a WINNER.]
There was something slightly off about the situation this morning, though. He could breathe, he could see and his feet were kind of cold. Nemesis was still beside him, snoring... loudly... like usual, buried in his pajama shirt. With a groan, rubbing at his eyes, he surveyed the room, waiting for it to come into focus.
Miles had already gotten up, and was... not here, if the lack of GIANT DOG in the room meant anything. Ken's Pokemon were now piled on Miles' side of the bed, sleeping peacefully. As his vision finally cleared, he looked down at Nemesis and realized... that he was surrounded by, not pokemon, but a lot of...
Eggs?]
Where... did...? ... Miles...?
[He blinked, stupidly at Nemesis as the Pokemon woke, stretching (accidentally whacking him with her bone club). She looked at him with an expression that could only have been described as "... what?" He looked at the eggs. Her eyes followed. He looked back at her. She returned the "... what?" expression.
She then lifted the one nearest to her and put it on Ken's lap.]
... Are these yours?
[... Nemesis and Ken had long since learned to speak to each other through looks.
But there was no need for that bond as the look Nemesis gave him would have been accompanied by "Where the hell else would they have come from?!" if she had been human.]
... But...
[Ken reached for his pack, careful not to upset the eggs around him, and went for his PokeDex. He read the entry again...
A beat.
Pines for the mother it lost at birth.
Wears its mother's skull.
Ken goes very pale and grabs for his Cubone.]
What do you think you were doing!?
[Text ; This evening]
Free to good home
Three Cubone eggs. Must be kind to Pokemon and willing to take good care of them and maybe sometimes send pictures.
Or Nemesis will never talk to me again.
[... orz]
[OOC: ... forgot to add that they're all claimed like a WINNER.]