Log with Galactic_rings | The Morning After

[bandagedbandit]

Thread with: Saturn (galactic_rings)
Where: Clarissa's quaint cabin on the outskirts of Aurora forest
Premise: pokedressing - CANON
When: The morning after the events of this thread.

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[galactic_rings]

[Sleeping on the couch wasn't all that comfortable for Saturn, though occasionally he has had to deal with worse sleeping conditions. And though he was deathly tired, both physically and mentally, he found rest rather difficult to obtain. There was still a distinct lack of trust in the girl that decided to help him on a whim, but more so he just felt strange in his new surroundings. At some point he must have drifted off though because when he became aware of his surroundings once more he could tell the room had brightened some through his eyelids.

Saturn's eyes slowly peeled open and much to his horror the site that greeted him was none other than Haunter. He's frozen for a moment, only staring at the ghost Pokemon before promptly flailing his arms outward and nearly tumbling off the couch, while letting out a sort of shrilled scream he would normally avoid if he could.

Abra is currently clutching Saturn's chest tightly in fear of the large Pokemon, but Toxicroak seems at the ready in case Haunter is actually on the attack. (It might involve hitting her own master which is why she is hesitating)]

[bandagedbandit]

[BAM!! It looks like Haunter achieved her goal of waking Clarissa after all, even if this was a rather round-about way of doing so. The admin's bedroom door blasts open, smacking against the wall so hard it's surprising it didn't rip straight out of the frame and take a good portion of the wall with it. Clarissa explodes into the room with all the blustering fury of a hurricane, (un)dressed in boxer shorts and a plain white t-shirt, and with an exceptionally irate Clefairy clinging to her head of sleep tousled blonde hair. The look on her face is absolutely livid as she brandishes Electrode's pokeball and scans the room for whichever foreseeable danger was worth screaming about at such an ungodly hour of the morning.]

What the fuck's going on--?!

[There's a short, sharp shriek as kicking that out-of-comission first-aid box out of the way yesterday suddenly comes back to haunt her in full force. The box slides out from under her foot as she unwittingly quick-steps onto it, and she falls forward, landing face-down on the floor with an almighty smack.

...cue an only partially successfully-muffled outcry of profanity as Clarissa rolls onto he back and clutches her hands desperately to her nose, eyes stinging with tears. Haunter seems to find this moment perfectly suitable to float over and bob above her whimpering trainer excitedly (hey Mistress, hey, why didn't you tell them they had guests?)]

[galactic_rings]

[Well now that Haunter appears to be distracted by her master arriving Saturn has calmed down a bit, enough to actually watch Clarissa stumble around and fall flat on her face. Which would be a lot funnier if he hadn't just screamed very much like a little girl and flipped out in her living room about a Haunter. Now that he is waking up a bit more he comes to realizes that the Pokemon probably belongs to Clarissa if it's randomly inside her house, though it really doesn't make it any better as far as he is concerned. His ears are flat against his head and he has decided to sit up now to get a better look at the offending Pokemon.]

Why don't you tell me? [He snaps this out despite the fact that Clarissa obviously had a bad fall. He's so sweet]

[bandagedbandit]

[Clarissa can't bring herself to make the effort to move just yet, considering how preoccupied she still is with clasping her poor nose in her hands. She really is in agony here, Saturn, and as such she doesn't appreciate that attitude of yours right now. Tears are streaming down her face at this point, though she's not sobbing or anything. She'll be fine soon, just...give her a moment. She manages to choke out a strangled reply, her voice distorted through the crying and the fact she's still clasping her nose, but her tone isn't without it's usual gratuitous amount of harshness.]

Me?! You're the one who f-fucking [hic] screamed like a girl and woke me up! Y-you t-tell me what the hell's going on!