You sound like someone who's never starved before.
[ you wouldn't last a day in noman's land, dork ]
The fuck kind of operation you think I'm running here? Hey, Vash, Mr. Doesn't Know Mice says we need a ball--?
[ enjoy blurry cam and the distant sounds of Vash directing Wolfwood to the bunny hutch--hey look, normal bunnies!--and then Wolfwood is approaching Popplio and Applin rapidly ]
We have reason to believe Pokemon would be toxic to humans. And my name is Yuuki, or Azelea. If you're going to call me up for Pokemon questions at least use one of my names.
[He has no idea if Pokemon would be toxic. He is just making that shit up.]
No, just take the Applin and replace him with the ball.
So are worm stingers if you eat them. Try to cook the meat better and you'll probably cook off the venom, Specs.
[ sometimes you will do anything to survive. Even eat the flesh of a poison lil' animal. Especially that. This one doesn't even have a stinger. Wolfwood gives a little whistle to catch Vash's attention, the blond still sort of dancing around poor squeaking Fritter. ]
Hey, Vash--yeah, next time he bounces Fritter up, catch him.
Okay! Hey, you called me Vash again!
No I didn't, Spikes, now think fast! For once!
[ the next time Fritter goes up high enough, Vash will lunge to catch him despite Popplio's own squeaky protests--Wolfwood gives another whistle. ]
Hey Slappy, think fast! [ he doesn't like, yeet the ball at full power at the Popplio but he does give it a very strong toss, which the Popplio catches like a champ, bouncing it with some measure of chirrupy glee ]
Well, I'll be damned. You don't know mice but you do know dogs--fuck!
[ and then Popplio is launching the ball at Wolfwood and his camera at full power. there are multiple thumps and a lot of blurrycam, and then it's very green, and then dark ]
[ Wolfwood is swearing when he recovers the phone and points it at Popplio again, the little sea lion pokemon bouncing the ball happily on his nose. waiting ]
Good for him. Is there a traveling show I can take him to or a dog store or something?
If you want to, sure. [It'll keep the Adultier Adults from fussing that he doesn't eat healthy and anyway Chibi and Maru'll be happy with the treats.] And no, I can't take it. Popplio like water, and I live in an apartment with a lot of computers.
Come on! You guys don't have bathtubs or something on this planet?!
[ every time he slaps the ball back, Popplio's social link only grows stronger. Vash is in the background again, cuddling Fritter and watching the impromptu game of volleyball. ]
I'll make a delivery sometime before the night's out, just let me know where to drop off the basket!
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[ ass. ]
How do I make the Popplio stop juggling Fritter. Without shooting it, apparently. Do Popplio taste good?
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[Get help, old man.]
Give it a ball.
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[ you wouldn't last a day in noman's land, dork ]
The fuck kind of operation you think I'm running here? Hey, Vash, Mr. Doesn't Know Mice says we need a ball--?
[ enjoy blurry cam and the distant sounds of Vash directing Wolfwood to the bunny hutch--hey look, normal bunnies!--and then Wolfwood is approaching Popplio and Applin rapidly ]
So do I just chuck it as hard as I can or?
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[He has no idea if Pokemon would be toxic. He is just making that shit up.]
No, just take the Applin and replace him with the ball.
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[ sometimes you will do anything to survive. Even eat the flesh of a poison lil' animal. Especially that. This one doesn't even have a stinger. Wolfwood gives a little whistle to catch Vash's attention, the blond still sort of dancing around poor squeaking Fritter. ]
Hey, Vash--yeah, next time he bounces Fritter up, catch him.
Okay! Hey, you called me Vash again!
No I didn't, Spikes, now think fast! For once!
[ the next time Fritter goes up high enough, Vash will lunge to catch him despite Popplio's own squeaky protests--Wolfwood gives another whistle. ]
Hey Slappy, think fast! [ he doesn't like, yeet the ball at full power at the Popplio but he does give it a very strong toss, which the Popplio catches like a champ, bouncing it with some measure of chirrupy glee ]
Well, I'll be damned. You don't know mice but you do know dogs--fuck!
[ and then Popplio is launching the ball at Wolfwood and his camera at full power. there are multiple thumps and a lot of blurrycam, and then it's very green, and then dark ]
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He wants to play catch. They're playful Pokemon and like to show off their tricks.
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[ Wolfwood is swearing when he recovers the phone and points it at Popplio again, the little sea lion pokemon bouncing the ball happily on his nose. waiting ]
Good for him. Is there a traveling show I can take him to or a dog store or something?
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[ the camera is gonna pan and slowly zoom
to a pokeball floating along happily
within two feet of a very large shoebill who is playing the eye contact game and winning ]
I think it's hers forever.
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Looks like it. Either way, the ball is where the Popplio came from but since there's no one else looking for it...Popplio's yours now.
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What if there is someone else looking for it. What if it goes to someone else and not me. What if--fuck!
[ THE BALL COMETH AGAIN, FUCKBOY PUNISHER
at least this time he slaps it back to Popplio who just claps his lil flippers in pure delight ]
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[ sorry Yuuki, Wolfwood's camerawork is so, so janky because Popplio just keeps lobbing the ball at him with delighted barking and clapping
Vash's voice is in the background, delighted ]
We'll keep it and take good care of it! Please send us that guide; can we get you some vegetables or fruit from the farm?
Stop tellin' him we're keeping this jackass of a dog, Needlenoggin, he's going to a box marked 'free' as soon as--damn it, stop!
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If you want to, sure. [It'll keep the Adultier Adults from fussing that he doesn't eat healthy and anyway Chibi and Maru'll be happy with the treats.] And no, I can't take it. Popplio like water, and I live in an apartment with a lot of computers.
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[ every time he slaps the ball back, Popplio's social link only grows stronger. Vash is in the background again, cuddling Fritter and watching the impromptu game of volleyball. ]
I'll make a delivery sometime before the night's out, just let me know where to drop off the basket!
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[Just ignoring Wolfwood yep.]
Tubs aren't enough water for Popplio.
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[ best idea, frankly
Vash puts his fingers up, crossed in his iconic love-and-peace sign, looking so cheerful as Wolfwood sounds increasingly aggravated. ]
Be by soon!
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