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Who: Sho & Belphe
Where: Goldenrod
When: Backdated to 14 Feb
Summary: Romance is not something these two do worth a damn.
Rating: PG
Log:

The prevalence of advertisements proclaiming how things worked on Valentine's Day confused the shit out of Sho. He knew it, vaguely, as the day girls gave things to boys; mostly amongst high schoolers.

That was, apparently, not how it worked here.

He and Belphe were...something. Certainly something. Damned if he knew what, but they were something. It made sense, then, that he should get her...er. Something. The thank you dinner he took her on months back appeared to make her uncomfortable. So did the Snivy. Women were strange, strange creatures.

Flowers seemed like they'd be...appropriate. (Or not. Seriously, even medicated people made no damn sense. Give him a complex equation any time.) He took the 'mon out for training, and made sure to snag a patch of wildflowers on the way back.

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Last year, Belphegor had spent Valentines Day holed up in Violet City while Sho shook off the last of his pneumonia. This year, she was not particularly excited about it either and had gone about her business as usual. Eight hours at the pokemon center, an afternoon of training, and home in time to make dinner.

That was, in fact, what she was doing right this moment. With so many hungry mouths to cook for, she counted herself lucky that most of the 'mon liked noodles and was fixing a large platter of spaghetti for everyone while Beelze dutifully lulled herself halfway into the kitchen nook, snoring loudly with her mouth open, just in case any falling morsels should make their way inside of it.

Sho entered with the usual fanfare, happily shrieking 'mon babbling about their day and all the neat things they saw. A couple of them had flowers stuck in their fur, the twins had managed to get a bunch wedged into their collars somehow.

"Here." was all that the ex-Reaper said, holding out the bouquet abruptly. "It's apparently expected." Look, medications just made his crazy manageable, they can't un-crazy him, let alone add tact.

It was, at least, a well done bouquet? Good balance of flower colours. Weird blubbery Pokemon hiding in it, unnoticed by yellow eyes.

At first, she was surprised by the fragrant bunch of flowers thrust into her face, nearly dropping the spoon she'd been stirring the sauce with into the pot.

....and when a purple slimy antenna extended to caress her wrist, she DID drop it with a startled Kyaa..!!

"What is that...?!"

"I don't know!" Sho didn't drop the flowers because if he dropped it, it could do anything. "I didn't put it there!"

The purple jellyblob, in direct contrast to the two humans' dismay, seemed happily oblivious as it began to ooze out of the flowers, wrapping its mouth around a blossom to eat it.

With the shock having worn off, Belphe continued to stare at it.

"...it looks like a slug of some sort." she remarked, turning to look for her Pokegear. Finding it, she pointed it at the odd creature, awaiting it's further explanation. While the device made the accepting beep of a successful pokemon scan, Belphegor was surprised to find that no further information seemed to be forthcoming. Maybe it needed to be reset...

"Riemannian Zeta-Function." Sho said it calmly, holding his other hand out. The Liepard put his 'gear in his hand and he did the same scan as Belphe.

"...I'm guessing that we've got a new Pokemon on our hands." It was said dubiously, but with a certain amount of resignation. He looked at the assorted Pokemon in the kitchen and asked, "Anybody know what this is?"

Shaking heads were all the answer they got.

It did not seem to bother the whatever-it-was much as it reached the edge of the bouquet and was now oozing down Sho's wrist and arm, leaving a trail of purple goo as it made its way to the floor.

"Gross." was Belial's assessment of the creature, The zoroark edging forward to prod it with one paw...and then wipe it furiously on her chest ruff.

"I wonder if anyone at the Pokemon Center might know what it is..." Belphe mused aloud, watching it reach the floor with a sound like a wet washcloth being dropped on the pavement before reforming to slime its way toward the bathroom.

"I promise," Sho said, "that I had no intention of bringing you a...Meniscus Pokemon." Stop him, he will totally name it that if you do not stop him. "Don't poke the strange thing, Belial..." too slow. "You are so getting a bath tonight. If...oh Van der Waerden."

There was a long, long moment where he very obviously attempted to stop himself, then Sho gave up on the conversation as he lurched for the cupboard with the cleaning supplies in it.

"Sho--" she started to say, before looking back at the gooey stranger who was bumping its head repeatedly against the side of the tub, seeming puzzled by the obstruction in its way, before beginning to ooze up the side.

She was torn between stopping the cleaning rampage and attempting to find out more. Her pokemon had already made their choice and scuttled to stand just outside of the bathroom to watch the blob.

Hey. HEY...! You! Zodiac squawked, genuinely distressed by the filth being left behind though seeming afraid to touch it. The blob paused, looking back at the other pokemon as if noticing them for the first time.

'Allo? the blob said, sounding good-natured enough, though speaking with the oddest accent.

Wh-What are you? Where did you come from? Goat asked, the delibird padding forward to investigate further, seeming emboldened by the thing SOUNDING friendly, at least.

There was a long pause before it answered. Sassy! I came from ze grass. That being said, it slipped over the rim of the tub and inside where it noisily slipped around in the still-damp interior, seeming to be making a vested effort of absorbing all of the moisture it could find.

Most of Sho's Pokemon skittered along with Belphe's, but Riemannian Zeta-Function and Aleph Null stayed with their trainer to keep him out of trouble. The Purrloin still had a certain amount of territory issues over Sho, but had at least managed a working relationship with RZF.

The twins put paws on the edge of the tub to stare inside at it, What're you doing? Nor asked, tilting his head towards his sister as he asked, Why're you so gooey? Daddy doesn't like goo.

Gooey? Non! Hydration! the blob said happily, drawing itself up to its full height to appear more impressive. Or as impressive as a gooblob could look, at least.

In the other room, Belphe continued to look at the scene unfolding warily before deciding that enough of the pokemon were giving the strange creature attention that they'd handle it if it were to suddenly cause trouble.

And then moved to intervene with Sho and what would soon be a whirling dervish of detergents and suds.

"We don't need all of that." she said sternly.

Nand put a paw in and bopped the gooey thing slightly, then made a face as she spread her toes and tried to find somewhere to wipe them. You are so gooey!

"Everything is covered in slime!" he flailed one arm in an expansive gesture that wafted lemon-scented cleaner through the air. "We don't know how long it'll take to dry, or how hard it'll be to clean up once it has!"

"Then there's no need to unload everything up front until we have a better idea." she insisted, plucking a container of antiseptic wipes out of his armload of cleaning supplies and pulling one out to begin rubbing at one of the puddles.

It was sticky...almost like grape jelly. But it was coming off of the floor easily enough. Mileage might vary on clothing...

Right. He could do this. Sho set the majority of the supplies down, popped an Ativan (or equivalent) and grabbed a wipe as well. "Right. Right. I really didn't mean to bring you a slug."

Nand was still trying to get her paw clean, and progressing to little whimpers. Are you a poison type? Can I lick my paw clean?!

"So you've said." she replied, not sounding one way or the other about it as she tossed a thoroughly-gooped wipe into the trash bin and fetched up another. "But it's here now, and I suppose we ought to figure out what to do next."

The question made the gooblob bounce in place, as if thinking really hard...and then losing its train of thought as it returned to slopping around in the water. Maybe it didn't know what type it was...

"I know, it just..." he made another flailing gesture, then shut up and went back to cleaning with a vengeance. That was NOT the gesture he intended, okay?

Nand kept whimpering until RZF trundled in with an Antidote. Here. If you need this, Aleph Null can pull the trigger for you.

"Just what?" she prompted, gingerly collecting together another blobule of slime to throw out. Hopefully, once this thing was properly hydrated, it wouldn't be quite so..."generous" with it's leavings in the future.

"I wanted to do something nice for you." he said in defeat, "Not make a mess. Things backfire a lot when I'm trying to do things for you." And he hates it.

"It's not necessary to do things for me." she told him, trying not to squirm as she said it. Even after taking up residence in a human body for more than a year, where the need to surround herself in her patron sin to remain comfortable, she still had trouble accepting the niceties that Sho attempted to visit on her.

"I know, I know." this time the waved hand was dismissive, "I do them because I want to...and it's really starting to drive me crazy that they keep getting screwed up. ...It's probably become a Thing."

It was totally a Thing. He'd do something nice for her if it killed them all.

"Our dealings with each other have hardly been typical...it doesn't bother me when things don't go according to plan, and I wish it didn't bother you either."

Or, rather, she tried not to let it bother her. Or even to think about it, when she could help it. What had happened the night of The Great Freakout had become an elephant in the room that neither of them had wanted to talk about, even though it remained looming over them as something that needed to be addressed eventually.

"Medication can only do so much." the mad mathematician said with a sigh, "I am who I am, and I like who I am. I'm zetta awesome, and so are you. Otherwise we wouldn't be ... friends."

SHUT UP HE DID NOT ADMIT EMOTION. Fuck. Going to just scrub at this patch of carpet now.

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