[Brock has jacked the PA system. Well...more like persuaded Nancy to show him where it is and how to work it. He knows this is probably not allowed, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and there is a public in dire need of education. How is he supposed to get information to students and faculty who probably can't work their own
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Given that his new form liked to stay up later than he was used to, Giovanni had been dead asleep during the announcement. Now, after Nidoqueen let him out of the apartment -curse his lack of hands!-, he stretched his forelimbs out, eager to run around outside and get used to being a Pokémon, at least for the moment.
As he started off, though, something caught his attention. A strong scent on the air, coming towards Brock's room. Deciding to check it out, he noticed baskets of poffins lying there in front of the door. Curious -and hungry-, he sniffed around, the spicy reds getting his attention more than the others. He carefully grabbed one, and plopped beside the door to try it out.
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And then in his exploration he noticed his dad was going to take one of his favorites and shove it down his gaping maw. What if that one was the very last one? What if he wasn't satisfied with that one and then gorged himself until the only ones left were Blue? The evil, vile disgusting blue ones.
So before Giovanni could enjoy his snack he was tackled by an irate puffball. Again.]
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Giovanni barely moved as the small electric fox smacked into him.
"You enjoy smacking into me, don't you?" He sighed, grabbing the poffin with his paw and flopping back down with it.
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"Woah, hey, there are plenty for everyone."
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Giovanni looked up from his son to see the gym leader. In an apron.
Don'tlaughdon'tlaughdon'tlaugh...
Sorry, Brock, he's snickering, trying very hard not to just laugh out loud at the sight of you in a pink, frilly apron.
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[Silver was not expecting Brock to show up, and his fur fluffed up accordingly. He was by no means particularly fond of sharing however he came up with a brilliant plan to solve all his poffin issues. By "brilliant plan" I mean "Watch him like a hawk and nag him if he eats one too many red poffins."]
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"Calm yourself, Vulpo." His father chuckled (as much as a wolf Pokémon could chuckle) after he stopped laughing at Brock, using the side of his paw to pet the Jolteon's head without getting stuck too many times.
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[Silver tried very hard to remain irritated. It was getting increasingly difficult. "Don't tell me... what to do..." he growled at him before slumping down, his needles becoming more like tufts of fur.]
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"There you go," he said, moving his paw to scratch behind the fox's ear, and licking his face. Aw, Daddy gave you a kiss <3
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No never. It's my son you twit. B|
Now put the poffins down and go away. :P
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