[Singing has always sort of been his and Cheerios's thing. It happened when they were alone in the house or hotel or out on the road. Despite the silly nature of the song, Henry's not actually half bad.]
[He has Cheerios do a little twirl and the Eevee stamps his back paws in delight. FUCK YES DANCING. FUCK YES EVERYTHING.]
[AND THEN LUST SHOWED UP. Henry made a noise in the back of his throat and stood up, lifting Cheerios by his paws. The little Eevee kicks his feet in surprise. THIS IS A NEW DANCE HE'S NOT SURE IF HE LIKES THIS.]
[Lust shakes her head, feeling badly she'd spoken up. She didn't want to embarrass him, and clearly he is.
She feels the soft brush of fur at her ankles and bends down to scoop up her Espurr, drawn downstairs by the unusual burst of pleasant delight from his trainer.]
It's sweet. I didn't know you could sing. I'm quite fond of music, you know.
[She hasn't evolved any of her own team yet, despite her initial reaction having calmed a great deal since she first heard of the phenomenon. She supposes Henry has it right - it's something worth celebrating, for them.]
Don't let me interrupt you. I didn't mean to intrude, I just felt like I was spying if I didn't say anything. He certainly seemed like he was enjoying himself.
[Meanwhile, Cheerios spots the OTHER Henry and waves both paws at him from high in his trainer's arms. Hello mysterious purple friend I only get to see from a distance!]
[Henry-the-Espurr softly 'purrs' and moves his gaze to Cheerios, staring at the Eevee in greeting. He vibrates harder in his trainer's arms, wanting down.
Lust makes a soft shushing noise, awkward and wishing she'd just kept on going to the kitchen.]
[Henry tends to keep his own pokemon away from others' beyond Heather's since theirs were more or less raised together. He doesn't want to be a bother.]
[He loosens his arms and Cheerios leaps down to land before the psycic-type. He chirps a greeting and starts bouncing in circles around him.]
Ah he's--a little excitable. My purple space cat doesn't really get along with him, so I wasn't sure if yours would.
[At the mention of drinks Henry hesitates before shrugging. That sounds nice. Something warm to drink after how miserable it's been.]
Sure.
[He sits down on the sofa and starts collecting the things he brought home from the store. He could evolve his Eevee once he burnt off some energy. The last thing he needed was for Cheerios's energy to be DOUBLED once he had a brand new form to play with.]
He's a cautious thing, but he's friendly. He's actually named after you - don't panic, I'm not very good at naming things, I name most of my Pokemon after people I know.
[And the Espurr's the most nervous of her team, it always puts her in mind of her quiet, odd housemate.
She heads to the kitchen to fix drinks, while little Henry stands perfectly still and watches Cheerios bounce around him with a curious 'Purr?'. By the time she comes back with a pair of mugs, the Espurr is tentatively swatting at the Eevee in an attempt to play.]
[Cheerios doesn't mind that Little Henry isn't as bouncy as he is! When the Espurr starts to swat at him, Cheerios twitches his tail and changes directions. THIS IS A FUN GAME.]
[Big Henry watches them with a half smile until Lust reappears. BLANKFACE.]
[Henry accepts his mug and when he takes a sip, he makes an appreciative sound. It's good! He's more of a smoker than a drinker, so this mix is brand new.]
I've never known a pokemon to be born happy. Usually they're sort of potato-like for the first few days before perking up. But he was.
Are they? I don't have very much experience with newborns. He certainly seems to have an exuberant personality. He and Guttle should play, my Spheal's full of energy. He drives the rest of my team mad.
[And her sometimes, but she loves that overweight Pokemon dearly.]
[Henry nods again. Cheerios needs more playmates. Especially if he has even more energy after he evolves.]
[For a while Henry's quiet, enjoying the warmth and taste of the coffee. Some of the tension leaves his shoulders and he finally leans back against the sofa.]
[Henry glances over again, this time puzzled. Lady, haven't you ever done drugs before?]
[Oh, right, she wasn't an art major.]
I'l show you some time--CHEERIOS! Stop that!
[Cheerios had grown a little over excited and had begun to drag Little Henry across the carpet by one ear. At his trainer's scolding he stopped and gave Henry a pair of BIG INNOCENT EYES.]
[Little Henry was simply allowing himself to be dragged, quivering and confused. Lust's only concern is Cheerios tugging his ear the wrong way. She doesn't need another psychic Espurr blast in the house.]
And I'd like that. I like trying new things. Making the most of humanity and all that.
[He stands and puts his mug down on an end table before drifting off into his cave/room. He isn't gone long before he returns with a small plastic baggie with small crumbly shavings inside. Legit.]
Just take a pinch. You're not used to it, so it could be very strong.
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[He has Cheerios do a little twirl and the Eevee stamps his back paws in delight. FUCK YES DANCING. FUCK YES EVERYTHING.]
[AND THEN LUST SHOWED UP. Henry made a noise in the back of his throat and stood up, lifting Cheerios by his paws. The little Eevee kicks his feet in surprise. THIS IS A NEW DANCE HE'S NOT SURE IF HE LIKES THIS.]
Um.
Vee! Vee! Vee!
Ah! Sorry, Cheerios.
[He bundles the little normal-type in his arms.]
Nothing.
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[Lust shakes her head, feeling badly she'd spoken up. She didn't want to embarrass him, and clearly he is.
She feels the soft brush of fur at her ankles and bends down to scoop up her Espurr, drawn downstairs by the unusual burst of pleasant delight from his trainer.]
It's sweet. I didn't know you could sing. I'm quite fond of music, you know.
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It's his last moments as an Eevee. I thought he would want to celebrate.
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[She hasn't evolved any of her own team yet, despite her initial reaction having calmed a great deal since she first heard of the phenomenon. She supposes Henry has it right - it's something worth celebrating, for them.]
Don't let me interrupt you. I didn't mean to intrude, I just felt like I was spying if I didn't say anything. He certainly seemed like he was enjoying himself.
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[NONCOMMITAL GRUNT.]
[Meanwhile, Cheerios spots the OTHER Henry and waves both paws at him from high in his trainer's arms. Hello mysterious purple friend I only get to see from a distance!]
Vee!
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Lust makes a soft shushing noise, awkward and wishing she'd just kept on going to the kitchen.]
We'll leave you alone. I'm sorry I bothered you.
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I think...they want to play with each other.
[Henry tends to keep his own pokemon away from others' beyond Heather's since theirs were more or less raised together. He doesn't want to be a bother.]
Do you mind?
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[She sets little Henry down, and he cautiously pads in Henry and Cheerio's direction.]
Would you like something to drink? I have an open bottle of mint liquor in the kitchen, it makes coffee drinkable.
[She hopes to god that he doesn't have some visceral fear or flavored liquor or coffee.]
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Ah he's--a little excitable. My purple space cat doesn't really get along with him, so I wasn't sure if yours would.
[At the mention of drinks Henry hesitates before shrugging. That sounds nice. Something warm to drink after how miserable it's been.]
Sure.
[He sits down on the sofa and starts collecting the things he brought home from the store. He could evolve his Eevee once he burnt off some energy. The last thing he needed was for Cheerios's energy to be DOUBLED once he had a brand new form to play with.]
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[And the Espurr's the most nervous of her team, it always puts her in mind of her quiet, odd housemate.
She heads to the kitchen to fix drinks, while little Henry stands perfectly still and watches Cheerios bounce around him with a curious 'Purr?'. By the time she comes back with a pair of mugs, the Espurr is tentatively swatting at the Eevee in an attempt to play.]
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[Big Henry watches them with a half smile until Lust reappears. BLANKFACE.]
Heather says I'm not very good with names either.
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[Lust shrugs and hands one of the mugs to Henry before taking a seat on the couch.
Little Henry continues to spin around where he's standing and bat at Cheerios' tail.]
Cheerios is a cute name, though. And I'm rather proud of Guttle. It suits him.
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I've never known a pokemon to be born happy. Usually they're sort of potato-like for the first few days before perking up. But he was.
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[And her sometimes, but she loves that overweight Pokemon dearly.]
They'd probably get along splendidly.
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[For a while Henry's quiet, enjoying the warmth and taste of the coffee. Some of the tension leaves his shoulders and he finally leans back against the sofa.]
This would be good with Persim zest.
[HENRY. NO.]
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[Because it's not a drink, Lust.]
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[He takes another sip.]
[Meanwhile, Cheerios has opted for flipping over onto his back and 'fighting' at Little Henry, growling FEROCIOUSLY. So ferociously.]
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[It was one of the first things he mentioned.]
[Little Henry hops backwards, looking askance at Cheerios and waving one paw wildly in front of himself in 'defense'.]
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Some of them are. They won't kill you, but they can make you very ill. But these don't. I've been eating them for years.
[Can you tell?]
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[Lust is skeptical, but curious.]
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They make the world more interesting. Take your mind off things.
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[Lust slides off the couch to sit on the floor beside Henry.]
In what way?
[Little Henry is on his back, paws wiggling in the air, staring at the wall. He's still getting the hang of this 'playing' thing.]
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[Oh, right, she wasn't an art major.]
I'l show you some time--CHEERIOS! Stop that!
[Cheerios had grown a little over excited and had begun to drag Little Henry across the carpet by one ear. At his trainer's scolding he stopped and gave Henry a pair of BIG INNOCENT EYES.]
You play too rough, you'll hurt him.
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[Little Henry was simply allowing himself to be dragged, quivering and confused. Lust's only concern is Cheerios tugging his ear the wrong way. She doesn't need another psychic Espurr blast in the house.]
And I'd like that. I like trying new things. Making the most of humanity and all that.
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[He stands and puts his mug down on an end table before drifting off into his cave/room. He isn't gone long before he returns with a small plastic baggie with small crumbly shavings inside. Legit.]
Just take a pinch. You're not used to it, so it could be very strong.
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