Subject: ((Phasers set! *cackles and rubs hands together*))
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Posted on: 2015-02-22 21:14:00 UTC
Zeb swallowed as the realization hit that his only hopes of coming out of this with any sort of dignity left were now gone.
He looked down at Maxwell. "N-not much," he said, smiling awkwardly. "What's, uh, going on with you?"
If Zeb had been in possession of fingers, he would have tugged at his collar. "N-no, nothing's on your nose," he stammered. Now that Maxwell had drawn his attention again, it was hard to look away. Oh Arceus, not now with a Psychic-type and an Aura reader! Clear thoughts. Um, Murtagh saving Eragon from the Ra'zac. Hermione brewing the Polyjuice Potion. Cute Jolteon sitting right next to me—ARGH! He shook himself. "Nothing on the rest of your face, either," he said quickly.
((Oh dear, I do hope this is alright with you. :P ))
As it was, the room seemed to be growing hotter by the second as the Jolteon leaned in. Zeb leaned away.
Oh no oh no oh no... he thought. He tried to talk, but the only sound he could make was a strangled sort of sputtering. He leaned back further still-
He fell over and hit the floor with a soft thud. Luckily, his thick mane saved his head from the collision, though the same couldn't be said of his dignity. He just wanted to disappear through the floor.
Zeb was more than a little relieved when Maxwell left to talk to Rina. He tried to shake off the other Pokemon. "Thank you for your concern, but I assure you it is unnecessary."
Across the room, Rina glanced at Zeb and hid a grin in her mug.
((You're right, this is way too much fun.))
"...I know they come from a mother and a father Pokemon...." Zeb swallowed. "Um, something about mating? Whatever that is. I've heard that word used before."
((Dear god I can't stop giggling.))
"...oh. Okay." Zeb was certain his face was a bright red beneath all his fur. "Well, um, I've never actually seen- that is to say, I've not become familiar- Look, I work in Mary Sues, not Bad Slash! And my partner is underage, that's probably why we haven't dealt with... stuff..." He trailed off, swallowing.
Zeb put his paws over his eyes.
((If you were wondering, this is what he's thinking right now.))
Zeb swallowed as the realization hit that his only hopes of coming out of this with any sort of dignity left were now gone.
He looked down at Maxwell. "N-not much," he said, smiling awkwardly. "What's, uh, going on with you?"
"Well, y'know. The usual. Looks like the other three had a fight over something. What exactly did you have to explain to me?"
- - -
((Don't fail me, Zeb.))
"M-Maxwell," he began, fumbling with his words, "would you... um... wouldyougoforawalkwithme?"
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((Do you mind if I drop a certain inebriated someone in in a fitting moment?))
