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[tinytactician]

[Action]

[Armin decided that the best place to watch his eggs hatch is in the sector of the Habitats where he's been sleeping since the quakes -- because someone is independent to a fault and hasn't let on that his home was damaged. But it's better this way, because there's enough room for Meredith-the-Ralts and Murgatroyd-the-Cherubi to cluster around the two eggs, with Gertrude-the-Steelix (who does NOT belong in this part of the Habitats, wow) looming protectively over the little group.

The black-and-yellow striped egg had cracked first, and now it slowly splits open, revealing what appears to be a tiny ball of fluff. Armin draws in his breath, gently tugging Meredith away from poking at the new baby --]

Mareep! You're a Mareep! [This is whispered in the most reverent of tones, then the Warp Band is hastily switched on.]

[Voice]

It's a Mareep!! [Warp Band is promptly turned off, because what is context?]

Comments

action;

[stahlflugel]

I mean it! No worming your way out of this. Now hurry up.

action;

[tinytactician]

[Here, have Nim and Meredith both left with you while Armin goes to get his things. Fear the expectant look of cute Pokemon.]

action;

[stahlflugel]

[Eren takes the pokémon in his arms and kind of holds them both like sacks of potatoes. He's a good momma, really]

action;

[tinytactician]

[Nim is chill as fuq about this, just babbling in babytalk to herself. Meredith is chagrined: This is not dignified! I'll smash you!]

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[stahlflugel]

[Eren rolls his eyes]

{Meredith, I like you, but you're small and squishy and I'm really not scared of you.} [a sigh] {If you want, you can hang off my shoulders instead.}

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[tinytactician]

[Meredith considers for a moment, very seriously. Then: This is acceptable.

Armin returns with his other Pokemon -- minus Gertrude, because she doesn't fit -- and blinks a couple times.] What's Meredith doing?

action;

[stahlflugel]

[Eren lets her do that, allowing her to hang off his back like a silly ralts backpack. When Armin gets back, he has an armful of mareep lamb, too]

... Hanging out?

[BADUM TISH]

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[tinytactician]

[Armin can tell you're trying to be funny, Eren, but the actual joke goes over his head. He'll roll his eyes, adjusting his backpack with unhatched egg, and keeping Murgatroyd-the-Cherubi from leaping at Eren.]

Hilarious. Ready to go?

action;

[stahlflugel]

Aww, c'mon, that was totally funny!

[sigh. It's hard to make jokes that Armin will get. Oh well. Time to get moving home]