#19

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

N felt confused, though he suspected that it was par the course at this point. Pokémon found staring to be rude, akin to issuing a challenge. Humans found it unsettling and made them nervous. He didn’t intend to do either – N simply zoned out, disassociated; if he remembered the term correctly, from time to time. Something about being lost in his thoughts while his body went on autopilot.

As for the former question, his head tilted some. “… Always been able to understand pokémon. My friends.” he rested his hands on the surface table, flat. “Something I was born with… something I know close to my heart. Pinwheel was where I lived when I was younger.” And Pinwheel would be where he died. A bit morbid to think on, dwell on, but it was a natural line of thought. A lived and died on the wheel of fate, even those who tried to wrest control away from it.

Idly she took another bite of the muffin,nodding in response to the question.

["Yeah!"] She squeaked, pausing to wipe crumbs from her whiskers. ["It's not sweet, which is perfect for me. Not as good as Tamato berries, but hey, can't complain when I didn't have to fight for it."]

One ear twitched at sound of flapping wings above, and crimson eyes turned up to see a Spearow on the nearby streetlight, staring directly at her. The fur rose along her spine, a growl escaping muzzle before she pulled the pastry closer. She had no intention of sharing. In a few hurried bites all that remained was the paper wrapper, and she briefly glared up at the now annoyed looking bird. A heartbeat later her attention was shifted back to the human.

N was doing the zoning-in-and-out thing, where he’d focus somewhere for a moment before his focus snapped back. His half eaten, berry muffin left on the table while he tried to bring his focus in... and blinked when the rattata snipped at him for staring.

the dance of the rats

rattata - raticate

rattata is fun to draw, also its purple. this thing rules

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”