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“This is your fault,” Odette said through gritted teeth. Clovis took a while to register the question, because he was far too busy staring dazedly up at Odette. When it finally registered with him, he rubbed the side of his face to return himself to reality. “Ah, s-ometimes,” he said, cringing...

Oh my fucking god. Her eye started to twitch. It couldn’t have been “do an embarrassing dance.” It couldn’t have been “sing an annoying sing the best you can.” It couldn’t have even been “eat this raw Slowpoke tail.” No, it had to be that. She tried not to let her clear cut embarrassment show...

Odette was far too caught up in petting Neo and teasing Clovis that she didn’t notice Hoopa dance up to her until they were right in her face. She shook her head wildly to get over the immediate shock of being called out, and quickly came back to her senses. “Me?” she asked, pointing to her...

He had to refrain from exhaling a sigh of relief. Instead, he hid it behind an easy laugh. He stuck the cigarette back between his teeth and inhaled a small drag. “Yes, we can change our ‘fur’ color,” he said. “But not as easily as a Kecleon could. We have to use these things called ‘dyes’ and...

Clovis blinked, clearly doing the math in his head. How did…silver lead to red? For all intents and purposes, the toner in his hair was basically blue, so he’d more classify this shade of silver as a blue before he’d call it a red…but then again, blue was right next to red on the color wheel, so...

"Of course," Odette huffed. "But clearly..." she eyed Lily, making sure she heard the name right, "Lily doesn't know a lot about these things, so simplification doesn't hurt, now does it?" Clovis sighed deeply. He hadn't stopped petting Neo, and he turned to look at him instead. "I said 'play...

Odette held her hands up defensively. "Uh, my bad," she said quickly. "What would you, er...rather be called?"

The eyeroll wasn't lost on Odette. She licked her teeth, trying her best to bite down the surge of aggravation that rocked her spine. "Clearly the Pokemon has no idea what 'recordings' or 'replaying' or 'theater productions' are, so lose the attitude, ma'am." Clovis placed a hand on her...

"Because..." she trailed off. She never thought she'd have to explain how fiction worked. Or how Television worked. She didn't prepare a powerpoint for something like this. "Well, because some things on TV portray what some might call 'fantasy'--they observe the fantasy to escape from the...

Odette pursed her lips again. "No, sweet summer child...it's fiction."

Clovis narrowed his eyes. "Sounds like you're talking about Alien vs. Predator, and I do not look like an Alien or a Predator." Odette moved to scratch Neo on his chin. "Mmmm, you kinda look like a Predator." Clovis turned his unamused glare at her. "Hysterical, Miss Cinq-Mars. A master...

Clovis scoffed. "That's harsh. I like to think I'm pretty good looking for human standards."

She grinned at the sound of the purring, happy that she seemed to know a thing or two about the Eevee line. “Sorry you’re all wet, I didn’t bring any towels with me…” she muttered. “But you don’t seem to down about it, do you?” It was there that Clovis kneeled down next to her, resting both...

Odette peered over at Lance. “You know how people have muscles? Like, you flex your arm or leg muscles? I’m convinced that some people in the world have ‘fuckass muscles’ that they—“ Clovis held a hand out to her. “I think they got it.” She rolled her eyes and looked back at the Espeon in...

“HEY.” Clovis and Odette screamed the word at the same time. They both flinched, exchanged looks, before also exchanging slight smirks. Clovis then turned and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, exhaling sharply. “Whoever the hell is making that noise, kindly cut the shit,” he said. “Try...

Discomfort passed between Clovis and Odette. Not at the sight of the group hug, but at the clear display of emotion in general. Odette grasped at the end of one of her braids, averting her eyes away and wondering if she should say anything. She was not good at the comfort thing. Clovis, in the...

Startled, Odette and Clovis looked up toward the sky. "Was that a...fucking Rayquaza?" she asked. "I've seen weirder on one of these excursions," he replied. No sooner had they exchanged, the Hoopa that had invited them arrived from yet another portal, saying something about a game. Clovis...

"Oh, it seems I spoke too soon," Clovis said, raising his brows in surprise at the sound of the familiar words that came out of Lillie. He nodded in her direction. "Mes excuses. Je peux te parler comme ça à la place." Clovis perked up when he heard the girl mention something about Alola, and...

Upon hearing the comment, her expression morphed into a glare. Some choice words formed in her throat, and she turned to Kaz to find…wait, what the fuck was that? She was expecting another person. Not…whatever this was. In fact, now that she was actually taking in the whole picture, she was...

A portal cut a fine slit into the thin air before gliding open, and out stepped a casually dressed Clovis. After the last one of these “games” he’d gotten himself involved in, he decided to be a little smarter about his outfit choice. He ditched the Louis Vibrava suit, instead opting for some...