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"There is no such place so long as Poipole as there." Bahamut wrinkled his nose. "Perhaps the others will find him... marginally better company than they do me."

"Right. Yes. Enjoy yourselves." Bahamut's voice was heavy. His arms drooped down by his sides. He took a long breath. "Arceus, will your, erm, children be okay?"

"Well, you could always pelt the zangoose with sleep seeds." Esper grinned. "Then I could doodle on him while he's zonked out!"

Esper heard the barking and glanced over at Zane. "I think that guy's going for the wrong interpretation of 'is a real hit at parties,' because he's totally about to get decked." He grabbed hold of his forehead and pulled away some goop that he sculped into a megaphone. "Kick his ass, Poochy!"

“As I said, my presence will only serve to dampen the atmosphere.” Bahamut scratched his head. “Or I’d just end up standing on the side awkwardly while Poipole embarrasses me.”

“I would say I’m not hard enough.” Bahamut clicked his tongue. Such a strange feeling. “I would encourage resting, but I cannot stop you. Perhaps some of the team can view as better company than I’d be. Just watch out for all the hatched shades.”

Bahamut smirked. "Of course. No one wants to be around a depressing, stoic old-timer who's lived far longer than he should have." His yellow-orange torso glowed briefly. "My responsibility is to make sure all these youngsters return home safely to their worlds. It's why my aura is tuned to...

Bahamut avoided chiding the bird-fish-dog-thing for almost barreling into him. "It certainly smells like a variety of dishes." His crystalline arms shrugged. "Ah, right. The team decided to throw some sort of... social gathering. With food and drinks. I'm not liked by the team, so I abstained...

"The way you're speaking right now... it's an awful lot like me." Bahamut paused in the doorway. "No hope. Drowning in despair." His arms lowered to his side. "It seems there's more to your tale than anyone on our team could reasonably suspect. But coming from someone who lost his family and has...

Bahamut's eyes purpled. "I think you should come clean about the nature of your relationship to my teammates. Most of them are... not keen on trusting you, but there are certainly a number of bleeding hearts among them. You could perhaps find people who will empathize with your plight." He...

"Well, that's just boring." Still upside down, Esper crossed his arms and pouted. "Unless all of this reminds Baha Blast of his dead wife. Suppose that could always happen." He flipped back over. "But that'd just make him more depressing to be around, so all the better he isn't here!"

"Her very visceral reaction to this Joule character's state, Mr. Comedian." Bahamut opted for a straight answer. Zoroark could figuratively feed off snark back home. It seemed this one was no different.

"Ha ha. That's a good one. Attributes." Esper flipped upside down and spun around. "He's one-hundred percent the product of being mucked with by this world. He was never a giant space cat back home."

"Oooh, good guess! A for effort." Esper pointed his needles to Cabot's right and painted an unown-A. "But no. I would've thought it was obvious. A grump like him is a certified buzzkill, trained in the art of sucking all the fun out of the room." The poipole leaned on his side in midair. "Guy...

The poipole turned upside down. "Well, better to be not nice than bored, I always say." He raised his right arm by the side of his head and pantomimed with it. "Yes, I know this is the first time I've said that. You're ruining the moment." Esper slapped his right arm with his left. It retreated...

"I was between that and Chrome Dome. Something told me the latter had been done already," Esper replied.

"Why do I get the feeling this Joule isn't just some work partner?" Bahamut prism arms flexed their claws.

Esper nudged up his glasses again. "Well now, if I gave the class the answer, nobody would learn anything. So why don't you tell the class, Cabbie? Why isn't Bahamut at the party?"

"Mmm. I have doubts." Of course he did. Bahamut always had doubts. "You were out cold when I said it to the others, but even if the physical wounds from that battle heal... the mental ones may prove difficult to deal with." His eyes shifted pink. "Also, I heard that last bit of hesitation." He...

"You know, until someone hits you with a rock." Esper swayed back and forth, singing, "Sticks and stones can break his bones. Break his bones. Break his bones. Sticks and stones can break his bones because he's fire and flying!"