Call Henry's Poke"gear!

[no_ufo_ending]

Hi there! Wanna thread but don't have time/want to set up a whole post for it?
Does your character just wanna call and shoot the breeze? LET'S DO IT.
Just use the COMMENT and MESSAGE threads below!

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Comments

[foolishwren]

_{[... Okay, she can't help but snicker.]}

Maybe you should name it Fruitsnack.

[no_ufo_ending]

I'll think about it...are these...a part of you, little guy?

_{[Henry tugs dubiously at the FLESH RIBBONS dangling off of his new team member.]}

That's...sort of creepy.

[foolishwren]

Yeah, but he's colored like an Easter egg, though.

_{[Now that she's delivered the present, she stretches her arms and walks past Henry to flop down on the couch. It had been a loooooong few days and the exhaustion's catching up with her.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

Heather, that doesn't stop it from being crepbleeebbll--

_{[At that moment, the Sylveon decides to stick his paw into Henry's mouth just because there might be more of those good-smelling snacks in there!]}

[foolishwren]

_{[Ignoring Henry's gargling, she reaches up and grabs the blanket draped over the back of the couch to pull it over herself. It's cold. :c]}

Yeah, well, I dunno, they rained from the sky and they were cute, so I got you one.

_{[Her words trail off into a yawn.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[The Sylveon looks at his empty paw and his ears fall. How disappointing. Oh, well. He totters along the bed to the brave girl who caught him after that very alarming fall from...GOD? It was unclear.]

[He promptly wipes his Henry-spit damp paw on Heather's face. There you go, dear. You had a smudge!]</sub>

I think I'm going to like him.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[... She re-opens one eye as the slimy paw is dragged down the side of her face.]

[... You know what? She's too tired to care.]</sub>

He takes after you.

[no_ufo_ending]

I should name him Henry or... Henry Jr. Yes. My son.

_{[Meanwhile the pink and blue critter is going to dab at Heather's bangs because they are dirty. Child, you are DIRTY. 8c How did you ever get so dirty?]}

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Hey YOU try running around dodging rockslides and tidal waves in a fight between TWO GODS and emerging without any dirt on you, Mr. Fleshribbons!]

[Heather makes a small noise of protest, tilting her head backwards and away from the invasive paws.]</sub>

Mhmm. Henry, can you stop your son from playing patty-cake with my face?

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry finally listens to her and reaches out to pick up the critter around the middle. He dangles placidly and arches his neck. Oh, are we going somewhere?]}

Come, my son. I need to see which of my pokemon to keep you separated from because you don't seem to have any immediate damning qualities and the rest of them...do.

Heather, let me know if you need anything.

[foolishwren]

Mmkay.

Just wake me up if somebody makes lunch at any point, I want some.

_{[She scrubs her face with one hand and then promptly buries it in a pillow.]}