> Dave: Indulge species identity confusion.

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[ Those in and out of Dave's room at the Otherhouse may have noticed that his entourage of Ninetales have been coddling a bright blue Squirtle egg. Still luckier individuals may have been around earlier today to witness the egg hatching, and the three Ninetales happily grooming their new friend.

Now some hours later, it has become apparent to Dave that there are certain... complications that may arise from allowing a baby Squirtle to imprint on a pack of full-grown Ninetales.

The feed comes on to the Squirtle, charging at a Ninetales on all fours. He's deflected with a flick of a tail, and goes scurrying over to another fox that's lounging on the floor nearby. She gives him a lick for his troubles, while the third one looks on from the safety of Dave's bunk.

As the Squirtle takes another run-up at his opponent, he growls and... barks.

Dave turns the camera on himself. ]

So this is the real-life story of Babe, Pig in the City, or some shit. My Squirtle thinks he's a baby Ninetales, which is about the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen get done. I'm sure they're gonna have a bunch of awkward conversations when he gets older.

'Mom, why do I only have one tail? Where's all my fur? The other kids made fun of my shell!'

He'll grow up thinking his 'dad' had an affair with a hot Blastoise. His two mommies just swept it under the rug; they don't like to talk about it because it means admitting they couldn't keep him satisfied between the two of them. They drink a lot, and their husband's never home. They just assume he's found himself a side of Venusaur ass or something.

[ The camera returns to the floor, where the Squirtle is being held firmly under the front paws of the lazy Ninetales on the rug, who's giving him a thorough bath. ]

I also got my breeder's license yesterday, which is pretty much awesome. I've basically got the potential for a metric fuckton of badass fire-breathing fluffmuppets and not much else right now. Guess I'll have to expand my breeding stock or something.

[ Swinging the 'Gear toward himself again, he moves to turn it off before he remembers something. ]

His name is Kanye, by the way. Thanks, Fef.

[ ooc; action for Otherhouse residents welcome! he's just in his room. switch from trainer to breeder was okayed by the mods. ♥ ]

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Nah, let 'im think he's a Ninetales. A little species identity crisis never hurt anyone. [ Well, that, and Dave thinks it's cute. ] Besides, a fire-breathing Blastoise would be the coolest thing basically ever to fucking happen.

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[He can say from personal sources that Dave's right, it doesn't really cause any damage- especially if it's been like that since the beginning.]

 

Think he'll be a fire-water type? [He's not being serious of course. Even he knows that it's an impossible combination.]

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We can only hope, Daddy-o.

[ Dave's digging through a bag that sits at the foot of his bunk now, and eventually emerges with the camera that John and Rose bought him for his birthday. Lying on his stomach on the bunk, he snaps a few shots of the playing Pokémon. ]

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 [He stands and watches for moment, smiling at Pokémon playing. One of the Other Father's own babies (who prefer to be in the house than in a PC box) wander up behind his leg.

The Other Father flexes to look adown at the new-comer.]

 

Hey there.~

 

[The small Bulbasaur looks to her trainer, then looks curiously at the Pokémon, then to her trainer, and then at the strange device that Dave has in his hands. She thinks she's going to go and see it, since it looks interesting and she's going to show that she's not a little scared baby like Rosebud had called her.

You've got a little walking bulb inching towards you, Dave.]

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[ When Dave spots her out of the corner of his eye, he waits for her to get close. He's not sure if the flash might scare her, so he watches her carefully as he turns the camera on the little Bulbasaur and snaps a picture. ]

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[The unnamed Bulbasaur jumps so much that she falls on her side! Apparently, when you're concentrating hard on something and it surprises you, it surprises you.

The Other Father's on his knees, approaching the barking Squirtle now, mostly just watching it up close; he sees the Bulbasaur though, letting out a playful chuckle.]

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[ Dave looks a little amused, himself, but he's careful to move slowly as he turns the camera around to show the little Bulbasaur the picture it took — herself, creeping cautiously toward Dave in the moment before the flash.

Kanye, meanwhile, has paused in his verbal assault on his father and turned his attention to the Other Father in the room. He cocks his head and whines. ]

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[And it cheers her up! A bright smile stretches across her already quite wide face. 'Bulba! Bulbasaur!' She wants to see more.

Other Father turns his head back to turtle-gone-wolf, giving it a playful wave, approaching further]

 

Wanna play?

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[ Dave obligingly snaps another picture to show to the little Bulbasaur, figuring the flash won't scare her quite as much this time. ]

Careful, he bites.

[ Kanye certainly doesn't look like he's going to bite. He arranges himself on all fours and smacks the floor, tail waving in the air — and he barks excitedly at Other Father. ]

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[And she loves it! She pulls a funny little face for the next one. She's a bit of a little poser, it seems.

I've had worse.

[He pauses abruptly, realising that he shouldn't really be saying that. He needs to stop slipping up with things.

But he regains his composure and opens his arms invitingly, just as he had seen someone in Goldenrod do to their Growlithe.]