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Post by Atticus on Oct 14, 2013 23:09:21 GMT -5
Brook looked back at just the wrong moment, watching the smaller Mightyena lick her babydaddy's cheek, and something fierce bubbled in her stomach. She turned back so quickly she almost bumped into Chance, but kept marching along anyway.
When they reached the condo, the Mightyena leaped onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and tucking it next to her tummy as she laid down. Chris followed after her, noticing the pillow and climbing onto it. The Houndyena was normally not very cuddle-y, but after the events of tonight, she didn't mind flanking next to her mother. The pillow felt like heaven.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 14, 2013 23:19:03 GMT -5
Vivian dragged her paws into the room, shouldering past Donetello and into the bedroom. She scowled as she saw the two other canines on the bed. her bed. Any other time she would have fought for it, but at the moment she was too tired to think about it. Instead she jumped up, grabbing the other pillow on the bed, dragged it into the room with the couch, and flopped down on top of it. Her closed eyes slid open after a moment, and she looked back at Angelo and shifted to make room for him on the pillow. She only really liked it under her upper half, and when she rested her head on it it left more than enough room for her mate to sleep next to her, too.
Austin slunk over to the couch, hopped on, and stretched out. With a squeaky yawn he sprawled out on top of it and slid into a restful sleep. Chance followed him, watched him take up most of the couch with a look of indignation, and then hopped on what was left and made himself comfortable, even if that meant that his and Austin's legs were tangled in the middle of the couch.
As everyone else made themselves comfortable in the room, Donetello let out a sigh. He was growing used to being left with what was left; when Elliot had retired to Ellie's ranch, he had more or less become the leader of Note's Pokémon since he was the oldest, but even before that he had been used to putting other's comfort before his own. Still, he was hoping that Brook wouldn't mind sharing the bed with him, so he hopped on with her, lying on top of the covers and lying on the other side of Chris. By the time everyone was asleep the sun was nearly fully risen.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 14, 2013 23:35:42 GMT -5
Angelo glanced around for an open sleeping place until he noticed Vivian scoot on her pillow. He trotted over tiredly and laid down next to her, fur brushing fur. Resting his head on the pillow between two, pointed black paws, it was only a matter of minutes until he nodded off.
Brook kept one eye open, her daughter already snoring next to her, watching as Donetello hopped on the other half of the bed. She focused on him for a moment and the hairs on her neck began to rise before she began to strategically switch her leg, kicking one of the pillows they weren't using towards him. But she kept her eyes closed and her breathing steady, letting herself drift off shortly afterwards.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 14, 2013 23:44:11 GMT -5
Don blinked as something touched his nose, and looked at the pillow that had somehow made its way over to him in surprise. He lifted his head, looking first at the pillow and then at his girls. But they both seemed to be asleep. After making sure that taking the pillow wouldn't displace anyone else, he pulled it under his head and curled up around it, wrapping his long front paws around it.
The first thing that Note noticed when he started to wake up was that Ellie had once again fallen asleep on his arm, and his fingers were so numb that he doubted for a second that he actually had a left hand. But that was almost instantly out of his head when he was hit with a wave of awful stink. His nose wrinkled, his eyes squeezed shut, and he croaked, "Ellie... Are you away...?"
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Post by Atticus on Oct 14, 2013 23:55:04 GMT -5
The Mightyena heard shuffling at the end of the bed and cracked open a yellow eye, the slightest smile tugging at her lips at his confusion. The canine let out the tiniest sigh and resumed falling asleep, tired as all hell.
Meanwhile, the blonde groaned in her sleep - she was no morning person. She nuzzled against him, mumbling something incoherently until a horrible smell began to enter her nose. Ellie lifted her head, disoriented. "Ew, Note, what the heck," she mumbled before flopping back on the bed, face buried in her pillow. "Do that in the bathroom or somethin'."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 14, 2013 23:58:15 GMT -5
"That's not me!" he said indignantly, flopping his arm over his eyes. "That is our damn Pokémon."
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Post by Atticus on Oct 15, 2013 0:01:23 GMT -5
"Tell them to do that outside then, it's too early for this," the girl groaned, voice muffled in the pillow. "Note, I thought you potty trained your Pokémon. I'm not cleaning up whatever mess they made."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 15, 2013 0:12:11 GMT -5
"Arceus, Ellie." He loved her, but she was pretty much useless in the morning. He slid his arm out from under her and sat up. The pins and needles in his arms made him grimace, and he rubbed it as he shuffled out of the room.
The smell was bad in the bedroom, but it was ten times worse in the main room. It nearly knocked him off his feet and he had to take a moment to remember how to breathe properly before he could keep going. With narrowed eyes he regarded the four eeveelutions oh the couch and floor- no surprise they were all together, and then poked his head into the other room. When he saw that everyone that was supposed to be there was there, he let his wariness turn to irritation. "Okay," he muttered, raising his voice to hopefully wake up the sleeping Pokémon, "Who do I yell at first?"
Vivian's ear twitched- she had always been a very light sleeper -and she opened one eye. She let out a lazy, low growl, demanding that Note keep his voice down because damn it, some Pokémon who hadn't been able to lay around with their blonde fuck buddy all day were trying to sleep. Note glared at her, but he couldn't hold her stare for long, and he looked back at Donetello, who hadn't so much as twitched at his voice. Neither had Austin or Chance. Whatever they had been doing all night, it was enough to knock them out pretty hard.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 18, 2013 17:55:45 GMT -5
Ellie mumbled something in her sleep and rolled herself in the blanket when she felt Note slide away.
Angelo slept soundly next to his mate, only twitching his brows when the boy stumbled into the room. He may be a nocturnal creature, but the events of last night had worn him down.
Brook's eyes fluttered open, however, and the moment she saw Note's accusing face, she crinkled her nose and growled a warning at the teenager, though with no real intent to harm.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 18, 2013 17:59:55 GMT -5
Unaffected by Brook's warning, Note turned on his heel and shuffled back to the bedroom. He walked around to Ellie's side of the bed and flopped on top of her. "Elliiiiieeeee..... Wake up."
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Post by Atticus on Oct 18, 2013 18:12:13 GMT -5
"Hnrhngh," the girl grumbled as she felt her boyfriend flop on her. "Gimme like... an hour... or four."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 18, 2013 18:15:37 GMT -5
"Eleanor Surge, you're either going to wake up and have sex with me or wake up so we can take our Pokémon to get cleaned," he demanded, shaking her shoulder. "Pick one."
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Post by Atticus on Oct 18, 2013 18:23:07 GMT -5
The girl sat up, rubbing her eye drowsily. "Ooh, so demanding." She reached over and pecked his lips before curling her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest sleepily.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Oct 18, 2013 18:24:45 GMT -5
Note made a face. "Okay. We'll leave just like this." He picked her up, making a point to swing off the bed fast enough to startle her a little, and walked over to their bags, picking out the pokeballs.
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Post by Atticus on Oct 18, 2013 18:33:03 GMT -5
When Note jerked back, Ellie made note (badumtss) to let go and flopped face first onto the bed, but still managed to roll off on her own anyway. "This is so rude," she mumbled into the carpet before getting up and stretching out her arms. She sat herself on the edge of the bed, eyes half-lidded. "What are you doin', snuggums?"
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