> Dave: Indulge species identity confusion.

[strideways]

[ 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. ♥ ]

Comments

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[foolishwren]

Yeah, well. Kids, y'know?

[Video]

[strideways]

I pretty much make it a point not to know, actually. I am way too young for that shit.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

Well, I was mainly going by memory. Not, y'know, experience.

No younger sibs, though, huh?

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[strideways]

Nope. Well, sorta. Got a sister a day younger than me, but we didn't grow up together or anything. Not like I'd remember much if we did, being the same age or whatever.

[Video]

[foolishwren]

Yeah, guess that doesn't really count.

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[strideways]

Not for that, anyway.

[ A pause, and then: ] My bro would have all kinds of shit to say on the subject of rugrats. He basically raised me.

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[foolishwren]

_{[That piques her curiosity a little. No parents in the picture?]}

Yeah?

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[strideways]

[ He cuts her a sideways glance, but 'yeah' isn't really prying, even with a question mark attached. Maybe he has a high bar for the definition of 'prying,' considering his sister's fetish for secrets, but he just shrugs. ]

Yeah, it was just the two of us. No clue how he didn't manage to kill me, growing up. Parenting wasn't exactly his strong suit.

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[foolishwren]

_{[As curious a person as Heather is, she's not actually much of a prier. Mostly because she's got plenty of secrets of her own. But she figures if he's bringing stuff up on his own, it's probably safe to ask.]}

Sounds rough.

'Least you survived, though.

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[strideways]

Yeah, it didn't suck. And I survived.

[ It's enough to make him go quiet again, just for a few seconds, while he wonders (not for the first time) if his brother survived, or if he'll ever know. (If maybe Rose knows, by now— )

But then he shakes his head and snorts. ]

I'm never gonna have time for kids, anyway. I'll be too busy babysitting my sixteen nieces and nephews.

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[foolishwren]

Hey, far's I'm concerned, being the cool aunt or uncle is way better because you can hand the kids back to the actual parents as soon as you get sick of 'em.

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[strideways]

Hell yeah, it is. Plus you can encourage bad behavior without the requisite phone calls from the school afterward.

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[foolishwren]

That's the BEST part.

You just have to hope your sibling won't come to your house and punch you in the face for being a bad influence.

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[strideways]

She doesn't really punch, but her boyfriend might. Probably fast enough he'd miss me, but not sure I wanna take the chance. Kid fought with a hammer back home; he's probably gettin' some damn biceps on him.