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One power nap later, where he threatened arson when he saw what she bundled him in, and...
He
is one to take great care in appearance.
I wonder how his demeanor changed when he realized it was a gift for
Silver?
well Daisy wasn't going to admit she'd napped too. When asked, she was resting her eyes. But with such star 'mon like Amewse draped over her shoulders like a white silken shoulder throw, and Meowscre, her pretty purugly going limp over her knees, Daisy might have caught some stray REM. It was all involuntary, however. Total cat nap mojo kidnapping her coherence.
Of course! It's those dang
cats!
As one who loves cat's that sounds like an INCREDIBLE way to nap!!
She wasn't old like Gio who actually needed naps.
OOOO!!! She really went there!
"I thought the blue complemented your eyes," Daisy drawled, stretching to get blood flowing. Not to indicate she'd just woke up. "And that's for their first bed."
She let tone and fondness tell Gio who exactly she meant. And there might have been a proprietary slant to her stake. She, not some crusty off mainland relation, was giving the littlest Sakaki thier
📝 their
first present. Nona and her amoral clutch of mobsters could screw themselves.
Daisy called dibs.
I love how adamant she is about being special to Silver. 🥰
"I did the tassels and outline work on the 'mays myself."
Calloused hands combed over her work again. Dark eyes, thoughtful, the gym leader's stern features softened as his expression approached appreciative.
Yeah! That's right, GIO.
Appreciate it!
And considering the man was such an overprotective snob that was damn high praise.
"You just got to try it out first and break it in for your spawn. You know, to handle your nap time."
She calls his unborn child a spawn? I find that rather odd. It's what Celebi called Silver in Transversal.
Because while they and them worked, topped with pointed looks to avoid confusion, Daisy might have consulted her dictionary for a few variants.
But,
spawn? Whaaaat???
Wiggling her toes, she was not gloating. She was not smug. Her feet were just asleep, or so Daisy lied to herself.
Wait, was she wearing sandals? Did she take her socks and shoes off? If Gio able to see the toes wiggle or is it inside her shoes to where no one could tell but her? This line is making me have an unhealthy fixation on her feet! 😅 (I don't
mind girls with pretty feet, but feet aren't the things I go for! I tend to go more for things that
bounce.
)
And did so badly.
She was totally preening. Oh well.
She's
enjoying that. Loves messing with him. He can't stay mad because it's a gift for Silver.
"You're welcome."
"We are having a child, not spawn."
Ah, so she called the baby a spawn on purpose. Just to mess with him further, it seems. Probably because Gio is the father. Clearly anything he makes
must be a spawn!
Spoilsport. Daisy yawned, wiggled, and stretch done stuck her tongue out. Meowscure flicked on eye, and managed to sync a whisker twitch with a facial tip to give the impression of a double eyebrow rise.
Love the way Daisy is portrayed so far, by the way. Very animated and snarky!
Which was made even more impressive since Purugly didn't have eyebrows to actually work with.
Trainer looked up at Trainee, had the pupil become the master in the grand game of the bluff? Lip kicking up in one corner, clearly not buying what Daisy was selling, the Italian threw the cloth at her. Letting her try it on for size.
This bit I had to read a couple of times. At first I thought Daisy was the trainer and one of her mon was the trainee. Also,
what game of bluff?
"Where's the coffee, brat?"
Apparently with the extra snark, even a gift for Silver could not contain Gio's disdain.
Trying not to smother, he’d toss the fabric at her head, and both cats took the tassels as an invitation to reenact World War IV over her stomach. It took effort to pull it off, to unhook claws, and save her handiwork. Shoveling the twin terrors off, she was glaring at the kitchen doorway as Gio moseyed in to get himself a drink...
Cat claws! OUCH!!!
With them being mon claws, I wonder if they hurt more than regular cats?
Oh, like hell he was. She'd earned her cup of joe, and would steal his if he dared..
"Makers under the sink," and if he couldn't see her smirk, well, that's because the coffee maker was way in the back. He had to reach deep for it, nearly bend double, and crawl in. Because Daisy's sinks were small and deep.
I love how much of a kick she is getting out of making Giovanni go through these lengths.
"Insta is on top of the fridge, in the K-Cup dispensers."
Ah, K-cups are revealed to be a thing in their world!
The thud of him starting in horror was music to her ears. And the yelped profanities as pain hit were like the high notes of her favorite song.
"What the fuck did you mean, instant."
His question was delivered in tones that basically said he thought Daisy was committing cannibalism. Or war crimes.
He was such a stereotype like that.
It's like she set her house up
knowing it would push all his buttons HARD.
Like, what did she do? Put the coffee maker back there in advance and buy instant instead of better just to tick him off?
The coordinator, blankie tucked in hand, nudging a lurking Amewse aside with her foot. Reaching up, she slid it into an empty cabinet away from questing claws.
Slit what into an empty cabinet? What is Amewse trying to claw at? Or is she moving 'IT' out of the way to make sure Amewse doesn't get at it? Also, why would Amewse try to get 'it'?
When she was done, well, she had dragged things out enough to twist her features into pseudo innocence as she leaned against the door frame.
Where most would be cringing back at enraged Italiano, Daisy lived on the edge. Up close and personal was the best place to watch the show.
Daisy gave points where they were due. The male half of the Sakakis was pretty good at looming and intimidating. But between the present topic and the fact that he'd got a cowlick from some damp spot down under... He was really failing at doing anything else besides amusing her.
Daisy is such a menace!
This section is written so
darn well! I'm impressed!
"I taught you better; you do each step of the brew! Is this the crap they've been teaching you in Galar? Because I swear by Nona's grave if there wasn't a more pressing reason to go back to war with those elitist, stuck-up, uncivilized..."
Cue World War Five kicking in right about now.
Oh. Nifty little bit of lore. World War Five is this, the cat scratches were World War Four, and World War Three is presumably part of the gap between what we see in our world vs what is in the mon world. Amusing that she is keeping track of these incidents as wars!
Giggling, Daisy shook her head. Added fire to the scandal.
"They have tea rituals in Galar. Not monk spiritual stuff like Fuisha with an LCD chaser... But actual steeping, fussy timing stuff that'd make your brain explode. I seriously got yelled at for stirring my "cuppa" the wrong way by my date."
What kind of insane guy would fuss that much about tea on a date??!
Dude must be insane!
"You dumped him I hope?"
"Like the contents of a litter box."
And it ties in to cats!
The tell-tale tension in Gios shoulders easing was not heartwarming. And if that was another lie... oh well.
"I do have insta." She confessed. "Its what the ass left. My stash is in the secret compartment by the Persian picture.
Ah, so she
has non-instant coffee. She just wanted to upset Gio! What a rascal... Her and Green both.
I love how I get to make cross-fic references with your stuff. Gives an extra level of reactions I can add.
Scraping a hand over his bruised skull, expression waffling between first and second degree murder as he realized he was being played with, Giovanni limped to the picture Daisy mentioned. A proud tom-cat posing pompously over a comically overlarge yarn ball. The hung art popped off with a wiggle, and the secret compartment under had the boodle. Mainly coffee, a hip flask for bad life choices on the go, and caffeine pills. He considered the pills and her and gave her a long look.
"They're for exams."
Actually, they were combating hangovers, the really bad ones.
Flicking an eyebrow up, Giovanni took pills and the flask out. Daisy knew she wasn't getting those back, ever.
Daisy is Daisying it up HARD around here!
I'm surprised she didn't think about having to create a new hiding place where she will put her
next stash...
"There are twice the recommended levels for safe human consumption and expired."
Daisy sighed, grieved, and moved on.
Someone was clearly feeling caffeine withdrawals, since the gym leader was in her stash of beans, setting things up, in a heartbeat.
I have no idea why she hid the coffee beans in there. Was it because she wanted to mess with Gio? But if she did, wouldn't she have moved the pills and flask elsewhere?
Daisy waited until her cup was set. A bright blue monstrocity that said "world's best at everything", before hunting up her mixing spoon. While Giovanni filled his cup, Daisy dug up the additives from the kitchen table. Dry creme powder, sugar, cinimin...
📝 Couple spelling errors in this. 'Monstrosity' and 'cinnamon'.
Calcifer's features, held in those scarred hands, looked weird and distorted stamped on a mug. Maybe that's what made the old man pick it up at that convention.
"So, I'm thinking, pizza for dinner?" Reaching over Gio's shoulder, she got into the baking goods to put a dollop of sugar in. Weirdo he was, he shivered like she'd dumped a gallon in, and took his drink plain.
Because of
course Gio would drink his coffee black.
"Let's do some lighter fingerfood than pizza for now, and then we'll handle the furniture and lower levels... After..." well, after, there wasn't too much to do. Just pretty up a nook for the kid, double-check everything, and do a food run. Because all she had was finger food. He considered something beyond her, expression softening at internal mathmatics end. "It has been a while, hasn't it? Since a movie night?"
"You are so behind," Daisy assured him. "But don't worry, there's time to catch you up."
Gio is asking for a
movie night??
Wow! Daisy really IS close with him! But I suppose everything has already shown that, so it's less surprising than it
seems on the surface...
Daisy took a knife off the block, her cutting board, and some fruit was sliced and spread on crackers. While the Italian would of probably preferred cheese and meat, the fridge and freezer had been unplugged, scrubbed and bleached to near factory reset levels, and was slowly re-cooling itself.
It'd be cold food safe in a few hours, but Daisy was taking no chances right now.
Yeah, getting sick would be the worst on top of all the grueling labor...
They took thier drinks and nibbles standing. Well, Daisy was half perched on the kitchen doorjamb, Gio leaning a bit on the table. The kitchen chairs had been scrubbed and left to dry outside. The table covered in dry goods that were salvagable while the majority of the cabniets and drawers were left ajar to better air dry.
Ah! You read my mind! I was about to ask why these psychopaths weren't sitting down to eat!
Wait...
I'M STILL GOING TO ASK THAT!
Why didn't they go in the living room to sit down on the comfy chairs? You can say they don't want to leave crumbs, but with how hard they've been working, wouldn't their desire to sit
outweigh it? Yes they did take naps, but still...
That'd been fun, that spree of frantic cleaning and painting in the wee hours to hide the stupidity her last tenant had left up.
They sipped, nibbled, and were still for a bit, doing nothing at all. Just savoring the quiet. Outside, a pidgy warbled a simple tune; another answered.
This bit adds an interesting element. A space of quiet time. And it makes sense. It doesn't have to be 100% rush all the time. I'm not sure most authors would consider adding something like this in. If they don't I'd call it an oversight.
I initially passed by this bit without thinking too much about it, but came back to comment on it with me realizing how it really helped to set the mood.
Done, Gio put his cup in the sink, took hers (she'd been done awhile, just loitering), and now her once empty sink had two dishes waiting to be cleaned.
"Spicciati," to her confused look, he explained. "Sunlight's wasting."
(informal: get a move on)
The 'S' in sunlight is bolded. It bugs me.
But neat use of some Italian!
Well, Daisy guessed they probably should get a move on, so they'd be done before the vampires all came out to suck thier blood. But considering she was hosting thier king.
📝 You misspelled 'their' twice in this section.
"For that, you get to deep clean the bathroom by yourself."
"Monster!" Daisy gasped. "Waaait a second, I thought you already did that!"
"Upstairs, not downstairs." Giovanni hummed, snapping an apple as he headed out to check on Rhydon.
Bathrooms are the WORST.
They love to get their jabs in at each other! I feel like this was payback for her messing with Gio earlier.
For one spite-fueled moment, Daisy hopped that Rhydon had dug too deep. Maybe hit a septic line, and Gio would have to deal with nastiness like that. Then she realized that if 'Don did something like that, it'd be her septic line...
Daisy took it back.
Yeeeaaaahhhh... That
would kill it just a bit!
Outside, Nidoqueen bellowed, the sound was outraged and preceded by an alarming squelch.
Ok, what the CRAP happened here? I'm really confused. But maybe that's the point. If so, carry on!
Taking the hand held radio off its charger, Daisy decided she wanted her work music super loud and she was gunna scrub those bath tiles extra hard... and be totally unavailable for... twenty minutes.
The yowled string of Italian outside, alarmingly shrill, and some complaint adjacent roars, made Daist add an extra twenty minutes to her scrub time, alone time.
Whatever was happening outside could very well happen without her supervision.
Yikes!
I'd be right in there with her. Scrub like there's no tomorrow! (Though I suppose if there really wasn't any tomorrow she wouldn't be scrubbing...)
Xxx
Rhydon was in timeout, and 'Queen assigned to filling holes, and that's all Daisy wanted to know of the aftermath. Giovanni, shaking off hoarfrost from his duster coat, had decided indoor chores were more his speed. He'd hung up his
mafioso knock-off garb, hung his fedora, and made it his life mission to test every edge in her house. Dissatisfied that nothing was child-safe, he drew Rhyhorn to gnaw off the points of tables, counters, and furniture.
They are going all out on this child proofing!
It was admittedly slop shod solution, only made better by the fact that he filed the bite marks to a safer shape. Though Daisy was sure that using a 'mon claw file to sand down edges was probably cheating.
Huh? Is Daisy saying she wanted his work to take
longer?
The materials that weren't sanding friendly were covered by more vibrant means. Daisy stuck sliced pool noodle over anything Gio couldn't smooth. Hot-gluing the spongy fluff down. It wasn't pretty, and clashed like hell, but it was better than waiting a week for Celedon to slowpoke mail her furniture edge caps and covers.
Why was waiting a week not ok? Are they on a strict deadline for these things?
For the electric socket caps, there was no safe substitute. Gio had taken a bit of a break to drive to the hardware store and bought a garchomps horde of the things.
"How many sockets do you think I have?" Daisy mused, picking out a handful of the white blocky things to get started."
Gio snorted. "Seems smart to set them up in the mansion."
The mansion...? Is Gio talking about a home that he shares with Grace? As in he has a child on the way and figured he should buy more for his home?
And to that, well touche, Daisy guessed.
Nursing his second cup of the day, Goovanni might of been followong
📝 Spelling errors.
her about as she worked. And then had to draw rhyhorn and his file when he spotted a table he'd missed. But mainly it was a slow span.
Which meant, gossip opportunities ahoy.
"May I say I'm glad you're damn tame compared to the others I've had to do this for."
Gio has helped child-proofed homes for
others before? HUH?? I feel like some kind of explanation is needed here! lol...
Fighting with a particular stubborn socket, Daisy looked up. "Define untame."
Gio did. And because she was at the ripe old age of seventeen, he didn't hold any details back. Gio rattled off tales of weapon stashes, 'mon enhancers, contraband mon, and drugs with an amused air of a man done with other's stupidity.
So... for all of those things, it was helpful for Gio to go around child-proofing the home??
She had to admit the idiot with the sharkpedo in his tub deserved the tongue lashing he'd gotten. As well as Giovanni comandeering that 'mon per league rules. Though gifting the "little nipper" to the Cerulean sisters had been a bit cruel.
Sharpedo. Commandeering.
Sharpedo in the bathtub? Wow.
"Is that why they cut off the girl's reality show, water grls, w' pretty 'mon" after the second season?"
"Guilty."
Daisy considered it, that show had been awful, and it'd been hyper-saturating the Coordinator scenes outside of Kanto for a full year. It'd been a relief not be dealing with so many water 'mon. Or keeping her cats from playing with all the new fishies on the design scene.
Amusing in-fic reference. Or does that refer to something in the manga?
"You sure we can't get you canonized for doing accidental good deeds?" Daisy got the device in with a firm click.
What device? Clicking what? A TV remote? A mouse?
"Unfortunately, there's no saint of "whoops, but I made it better"."
"Your faith is full of cowards."
Cowards? Huh. But I'm not understanding what prompted her to say that.
"Tell you what. Grace will call Arceus, I'll call the pope, and we'll let you know their reactions."
The humor on this bit isn't landing for me because I don't get it.
Daisy snorted. Thier reparte
📝 More spelling errors.
got them through all sockets, and there wasn't an edge left unsanded or sheathed. Gio was shaking out the file and working out bits of grit caught in the holes.
That sure is a lot of work...
📝 missing apostrophe
Gio looked up from his work, rhyhorn bumping into his side, the Gym leader ran his hand over the ground type's grey side. "A few times," one finger scrolled up, and finding a bur in the horn picked up the blade and tipped his 'mon's head up. "When I first settled as a gym leader... well, I was the first Italiano to gain social clout in a field that wasn't either protection or legalese. There's a stigma in both those professions."
Daisy had heard this before. Had bumped into simular
📝 similar
assumptions for being Kantoian in... say Kalos... Where the assumptions that Kanto leveled at Italian diaspora and purebred Kantoian were one and the same. Outsiders couldn't tell the two races apart. It'd been a culture shock to be suspected of everything for simply being. But for people in those two jobs had it worse than her globe-trotting fashion shows ever did... If you went into law, well, every client you repped, no matter your specialty, was clearly a Mob contact. Go into any type of security, and you'd be labeled, at best, as a violent thug. At worst, you were a Rocket plant to take an organization down.
The way you handle this is interesting. It suggests that there is some truth to their prejudice but then one has to wonder how often they got it wrong... Of course, given what we've seen of Kanto so far, I'm not exactly jumping up to take their side. Instead I view it with extreme skepticism. But regardless I'd say you handled this in a realistic way. It's appropriately uncomfortable!
"So people in the middle of custody battles couldn't reach out to friends or family who were in those professions," the people who'd made it, who had money, and pensions, who could actually afford to help,
Funny how that works...
"but were dealing with.. stuff like this. Initially, they knew more than me. I was just the hired muscle." Gio's lips quirked, the joke going unexplained.
I'm really not sure what Gio is trying to say here. I guess that's the point?
The file rasped over horn, a slow, careful sweep down with the grain. And while he worked Daisy gathered up the extras and did a full room scan. Everything looked good. She popped the extras in a bag and leaned against a wall. Gio flicked the file free of grey grit. Daisy made a mental note to resweep and mop before heading out in the morning.
They got some stuff DONE, son!
"My predecessor never bothered; there was a massive backlog. People were losing custody at accusation, and thier kids getting whisked away. Government documentation was and is a joke. So the inmates made something of an undercover railroad where kids were being tracked by inmates so they could get reunited with thier parents. Mob ran... but what else could they do in thier cells but keep track of a distant niece or nephew?"
Wow. That is extremely cruel of the Kanto government. Guilty until proven innocent and ripping families apart based purely on unsubstantiated allegations!
But you know what? It certainly makes a compelling realistic case for why.
📝 'Their' is mispelled 3 more times above.
Guilty before innocent, Daisy was quite aware of how it worked. It'd been a shock to find out in Hoenn it went the other way. And while critics thought it was the reason behind thier
their. I've seen this done over and over. When you get PC time, this will be an easy thing to fix with control-f. I'd recommend doing a sweep of all chapters for this word.
little pirate problem, Daisy figured better pirates than this.
Yeah, seriously.
"I had to learn the system." Unsaid but not unfelt, etched in the haunted cast of his eyes, the slight tremor of his words, what if it's my kid, what if I screw up and it's my kid being watched over by friendly eyes behind bars while I get my shit together?
Nice way of expanding on what Gio might be thinking. He is one to operate more on precense than many words, so having Daisy's POV as someone who knows him reasonably well is useful for digging into his head a bit even when the chapter isn't written from Gio's POV!
"Legal and illegal aspects. I'll do what I can to keep your brother out, but if we fail. I have eyes and can call in favors. He won't be safe. Kanto prisons were nightmares. Daisy appreciated the candor as much as the offer.
Somewhere in here you are missing the second ("). I think you meant to add it after 'favors.'.
"But he won't be unsupervised."
Unsaid was a promise. Gio'd protect her unnamed sib with clout and blood.
In a region like that, someone like Gio is the only real answer. Sure, you can try to change the system, but you might not be able to, and even if you can, if your family is caught up in it, there may not be
time.
Throat tight, Daisy swallowed both pride and feels, and came up with snark.
"You're telling me you're living in a telenovela."
"No." Giovanni corrected, tipping Rhyhorn' head up he tested the edge with a finger tip and smirked at the thin line of blood that resulted. Mew if Daisy didn't know him so well, she'd have suspected he was an ex-edgelord or goth rather than a theater boy. "You are." Pulling out his pocket handkerchief, he dabbed at the cut. Recalling 'horn with his clean hand. "Welcome aboard."
Huh...
While Gio was cleaning his cut, Daisy decided she was done with the serious stuff. Bouncing her practicality with Gio's many, many parenting classes, they hammered out where the kid's room should be. Daisy's list was pretty straightforward: near hers, close to a source of running water, enough room for a bed, and enough room for her to navigate when bogged down. A miniature guestroom near the kitchen was decided. They checked measurements for a crib (just in case she'd have to take custody for a short while) and set up a folding table in the other corner. That was set up with medicines and bandages.
Clearly Daisy would make a good parent going through all these things. She has the set up
and the motivation for it. 🥰
A dresser wouldn't fit, but a box could be slid under the table, so close enough. She half-filled it with towels and left the other half empty for a few changes of clothes.
Since no one knew when or for how long, Daisy was skipping a paint job. Fumes, injuries, and small lungs were a worry. Well, Daisy worried. Gio suggested fans and paints. But in the end it was Daisy's house. And it was easier to pull everything down and donate the excess once the kid's mom was found, or the mom's relations stepped up. So while they measured and stocked, Nidoking was outside with an old, long rug and a bolt of matching fabric he was tearing into strips. The two trainers were going to stripe the walls with the cloth.
They are going to cover half the walls with strips of rugs? In stripes?
Huh??? Why would they do something so weird? Is it like the bottom half of the walls? Making them soft so if the baby runs into them it's soft or something? I'm a bit lost...
It wouldn't look great... but an old fabric staple wielded by Daisy and one in Gio's hands, and they were set and would be done in... half an hour.
As for why King was doing the cuts... the mon had a nearly magneton's lock on level of accuracy when it came to slashing.
Nice mon expression.
And Gio hadn't even taught the 'mon cut.
Having her second cup of coffee, Daisy watched through the window as Gio's purple people eater cheerily mearused and tore the last few lines.
Such an amusing way to describe Nidoking.
Her driveway had become his art studio, and his scaly tail thumped along to the radios beat. He'd gotten full radio rights after Daisy and Gio had nearly gotten to blows over the station. The giving it to a third party had been courtesy of Grace, who, sick and tired of catty texts from them both, had said it was either "give it to someone else or toss it in the blender."
Nidoking is living the
life with the radio rights!
With overtures of, "I am one minute from cabbing my pregger ass down there, I will make your lives worse than Giovanni's freaking Hell if I have to do so."
That's enough to scare them both!
At least 'King had enjoyed it without violence?
Gio was stomping up the driveway, sharp features thunderous. Despite the closed window, the man had a perfectly cutting tone that carried, and this heard every line as he told off his 'mon. Earthquakes timed to the song lyrics "when the thunder rolled" were unacceptable in any circumstance. And, no, they did not show ground-type supremacy.
They busted up pipe systems. Which was a bastard move. So stop it.
He poked back in to find Daisy amused, but sympathetic. While Orn and a few other people Daisy knew mockingly called Gio a cat whisperer, she had learned during their time of cohabiting that it wasn't just cats. He could, and did, speak to all 'mon. And was almost painfully shy about saying how he'd gotten what most would consider a kick ass superpower.
It IS a pretty darn cool power. It's the same one matt (the banned) gave Hilda in his fic. Was neat there and is neat
here!
She'd spent one fun afternoon hounding him. Was it from a meteor he found, a stray spirit, a wish on a shooting star? She'd tossed all sorts of wild ideas at him, and "bit by a radioactive spinirak" had made him stop ignoring her and just shut down.
WHAT?? A
Spiderman reference???
I did NOT see that coming!
The sheer stupid of it had stopped him mid-step.
"How would radioactive venom that'd give me a heartattack per it's paralatic properties give me a "power"?"
📝 Spelling errors here too, though.
A younger Daisy had been equally gobsmacked as she realized just how unworldly the "old man" before her was.
It got sadder when you realized he was only twenty-one, he was and curiously sheltered from pleasure anything.
📝
He'd never had a fun day in his life. Daisy, lounging in her bedding, scraping back from her second near-death experience, looked at him and felt something in her chest hurt at that revelation. But she wasn't one to cry when sad. She just quirked a smirk and tried on sassy for a size.
"You don't read a lot of comics, do you Mr. Sakaki?"
No, he did not. It'd taken two years, and almost nine months, to gently break him into popular and archaic media so he could you know... talk to his kid about kid-centric subjects.
It does seem like something he would struggle with!
Little did he know, immaturity in the form of dancing Beedrills would eventually come to torment him!!
And yes, I did just make another cross reference to Roost. Not sure how many other reviews can say they do stuff like THAT in reviews for you!
"Do I need to call a plumber?'" Daisy drawled.
A plumber for what? I don't get it!
Was this a stab at him for his college days of trying to fix a pipe in the dorm or something? (Oh yeah, I
did just reference another part of your fic series!
)
"No," He was as short with her now as he'd been then. Really, the man'd never change.
"Unfortunatly perfect EV and IV don't make for perfect taste." Daisy shrugged, taking a sip.
I'm aware of EV and IV's but I don't get at all what she is trying to say with them.
Giovanni looked at her, not in frustration or fury, but rather a soft horror. It was somber enough to nearly make her put her cup down and ask him what was wrong. Almost. If he weren't such a coffee thief, she would have. Instead, Daisy tucked her drink closer and watched as he slumped into his chair. Yes, the brown recliner was officially his. Him and Amewse could fight over it as much as they wanted. Daisy was ceeding it to Gio and letting Amewse figure out if that was going to be her hill to die on all on her own.
I don't understand Gio's reaction because I don't understand Daisy's comment from before.
Amusing how she leaves the recliner to them both to fight over...
"I don't want to give that charlatan any credit, but... considering everything... I think Nidoking may have some... cognitive issues."
Per being a bit... inbred? Maybe. Daisy wasn't around the poison type enough to tell. Still, she spared a glance outside and waved. Nidoking, feeling her eyes on him, lookedup from his fussing over an angle to tear and wiggled his ears in greeting.
Cognitive issues as in being friendly compared to Gio's other mon?
📝Also, 'lookedup' needs a space between words.
Sitting on the arm of the chair, tired and precariously perched, Daisy put a hand on his knee. A mute motion of support.
The poor poor man. He talked to 'mon all day long and never really got it, didn't he? "Gio, he thinks Dolly Parton is a singing banette. We've both seen that sock plush he has. And if it turns into an actual banette when he ever cottons on and drops it for a real doll of that woman, I am not dealing with the fallout."
Wait, so the Banette plush... is that analogous to the family pet dog having a favorite plush. Like... a VERY favorite plush??
Does Nidoking have a crush on Dolly Parton thinking she is a Banette?
But the singing is in human language! Wouldn't Nidoking be able to distinguish a human over the radio vs a mon??
She patted his knee, a mute, "pay attention to this" motion, that, curiously, worked. He was looking at her, black eyes unblinking.
" He has a criminal record for breaking into a car to change the station because he hates headbanging rock, that much. He listens to tacky love songs and sings breakup songs at training." Hadn't that been a discovery? Daisy was permanently banned from Giovanni's private training area for derailing one session into a sing-off. Especially after Giovanni realized (and recognized) the song in question was from an anime.
I have to say, I'm enjoying this bit about Nikoking!
" Liking country is the least of his problems." Another pat, and the man was glaring at her, overly sulking. "Congrats, you trained him up to sentience. Have fun with that. Now, how long until Nido's done?"
"He wants ten minutes."
"Awesome, Grace is offering complete trash for movie night tonight, help me talk her down."
Gio all but snapped the phone from her hands and went down the list. "Absolutely not, we are not doing another Rom-Com night..."
Which, thank Mew Gio was on her side tonight.
Sneaky Daisy getting Gio to do the work for her!
A paw rapping on the door frame made Daisy look up. Giovanni, per furrowed brows and the slight tick in his jaw, was irritated as all hell and not coming up from his frustration for anything. Nidoking was in the doorway, strips in forepaws, and he lay it at the door like an amorphous doormat.
"Delivery!" Daisy chirped. "Come on, get your staple gun, we are getting this done before it gets any later." An ear wiggle at her approach meant Nido' wanted pets, but a firm warning from Gio held her back. Poison point 'mon were not safe to touch without gauntlets, and since neither she nor Gio was carrying a set, Daisy had to keep her hands to herself. "Sorry, buddy, next time, alright?"
Dawwww... He may be poisonous, but has such a tender heart!
A rumble and by the tip of those ears, a pout, that was aborted by a flash of redlight and a sudden withdrawl.
'You're mean and bossy," she flounced past him, goods in hand. "You're like the capi de capo dei coglioni."(the high boss of dickheads)
I love how you spell out what it was immediately after!
Daisy was proud of that one. All her weeks watching crime time and studying mob stuff paid off. She didnt even flub the title.
His laugh told her she either got it perfect or screwed it up. But he'd never tell.
She got it perfect. I'm convinced.
Tossing his phone in the chair behind him, he stood, and after luxering a slow stretch, followed her to the temporary kids' room to help her wrap up.
