[crobat sniffs her hand, then honest to god grins at her before giving her a big ol' slobbery lick. gross.
archie just laughs.]
Good job. [he pulls something out his backpack - something big, heavy and square. it's even wrapped up.] Happy... didn't get murdered by historical mirages day.
[tara giggles when crobat licks her hand, her normally suspicious expression fading just a bit to one that looks downright pleased. she never really got to have any pets of her own, and this thing is cute. even if it is weird. she glances up, suddenly cautious.]
Can I pet it?
And, uh, thanks. Didn't know it was a holiday, so your options are 'rock' and 'cactus.'
Really? Huh. It's a lot more friendly when I'm not throwing rocks at it. Surprising, right?
[she reaches to tentatively pat crobat's head after removing the glove from her hand. her hands are calloused and nails are short, but they're soft enough. especially when she's gently patting a bat monster thing. after a moment, she glances up at the gift. crobat has left her expression just a bit less guarded than before.]
Do you just call him Crobat? Or does he have a name?
[she giggles a little bit when he pushes against her hand, face practically lighting up. there's something a lot happier about her when she's interacting with the pokemon, it would seem.]
[crobat continues to be the Ultimate Wingman. after a moment or two of petting, crobat uses its big wings to pull tara's hand onto its head. don't think you're getting away fucker.]
[she giggles, continuing to pet crobat's head. at the same time, she reaches up to catch the package that archie throws her way with her left hand. were it lighter, she would have been able to catch it with her noodle arm. because it isn't, though, she drops the package. hope it isn't anything too breakable.]
I can control rocks. I'm not gonna hit you with a book.
[she smiles a little bit, tucking the book into her backpack. yeesh, that was heavy. but a gift is a gift, and tara has received precious few gifts in her lifetime.]
I only have one, an' he's got his own en-suite bathroom. Ain't no-one havin' problems!
[he huffs again, crossing his arms. crobat looks between the two warily.]
I only live about 20 minutes away - all the shops I gotta hit on the way back are on the same road so it's really convenient. Between you an' me, though... I ain't really done this domestic livin' thing for a while. Not sure I like it.
[crobat loves the pets, it's just thinking "why in the hell am i even out, i wanna be sleeping in my pokeball, i am nocturnal i hate the sun you fucking idiots"]
Tell me about it. Trainers are meant to travel around, ya know? I lived in a fucking cave.
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archie just laughs.]
Good job. [he pulls something out his backpack - something big, heavy and square. it's even wrapped up.] Happy... didn't get murdered by historical mirages day.
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Can I pet it?
And, uh, thanks. Didn't know it was a holiday, so your options are 'rock' and 'cactus.'
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[that's a yes, and archie laughs, wiggling the thing a little.]
Just take it! I don't need either of those things.
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[she reaches to tentatively pat crobat's head after removing the glove from her hand. her hands are calloused and nails are short, but they're soft enough. especially when she's gently patting a bat monster thing. after a moment, she glances up at the gift. crobat has left her expression just a bit less guarded than before.]
...What is it, anyway?
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[crobat pushes its head into tara's hand, chirping happily.]
Open it! Find out yourself kid, damn. It's not gonna explode, promise.
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[she giggles a little bit when he pushes against her hand, face practically lighting up. there's something a lot happier about her when she's interacting with the pokemon, it would seem.]
Okay, fine. Toss it to my other hand!
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Incoming!
[he doesn't bother to warn her it's heavy.]
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Shit, dude!! Thanks for the warning.
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[it's a book, so no. it's.... the brick.]
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[ She recovers the package, unwrapping it, brow furrowing as she reads the text.]
Uh. I don't speak French, dude.
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[he laughs, crouching as he watches her.]
Just the title is... [kalosian?] ...French, but the rest is in English.
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[she flexes, and then quickly returns her hand to pet crobat. no visual gag is worth stopping the attention she's paying to the bat. it's kinda cute.]
Oh, uh. I can try it. Reading isn't really my thing, though. I'm kinda bad at it!
[she glances doubtfully at the book, before forcing a giggle. this is fine.]
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Ey, you can use it as a doorstop or kindling! It's yours now, I don't really give a shit what you find you want to do with it.
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Unless you're gonna hit me with it. Then don't.
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[she smiles a little bit, tucking the book into her backpack. yeesh, that was heavy. but a gift is a gift, and tara has received precious few gifts in her lifetime.]
Uh, thanks. Hey, can I pet your shark, too?
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[he looks around for a moment, not seeing anywhere to release sharpedo.]
We'd have to go to the beach, it needs water to, uh. Live.
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[astute, tara.]
Do you keep it in your bathtub or something? You can't possibly keep it in that ball all of the time...
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I live near the sea. I take it for a swim every day, at least. It, uh... didn't fit in the tub.
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[she snickers, before returning her attention to crobat. after a moment's hesitation, she pulls the bat-like creature into a small, loose hug.]
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[just. maybe cracked it a bit.]
Look, there's more than one bathroom! I fixed it, anyway! I think...
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[she shrugs a little.]
Haven't you though of, like, moving closer to the sea? Or getting a swimming pool?
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[he huffs again, crossing his arms. crobat looks between the two warily.]
I only live about 20 minutes away - all the shops I gotta hit on the way back are on the same road so it's really convenient. Between you an' me, though... I ain't really done this domestic livin' thing for a while. Not sure I like it.
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Yeah, I guess that's weird. That was never really my style, anyway. I prefer the road.
[you're homeless, tara.]
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Tell me about it. Trainers are meant to travel around, ya know? I lived in a fucking cave.
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[she smiles at crobat, blissfully unaware of its dismay.]
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You ain't livin' in a cave now, right? I ain't having that book I bought gettin' wet. You wouldn't be able to burn it then.
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