In which kittens come from eggs, apparently.

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Who: sadisticwarfare and explosivecombat
Where: Mahogany Town
When: November 8th
Summary: Archer hatches a kitten from an egg. Kimblee takes this news wonderfully.
Rating: PG-13 for shrieking histrionics.
Log:

Finally. Archer's been carrying around that egg for the past few weeks and it's finally hatched. As expected, it's a kitten - Meowth, was it? Anyway, Archer's currently outside the Pokémon Center, crouched down to play with the newly-hatched kitten, Murkrow still on his shoulder and eyeing the scene disdainfully. His Golbat has been recalled for the time being, if only because it's no longer beneficial to keep the thing out. It's nearly his height - there's never any room for it.

Anyway, the kitten is rolling around, being quite the ham as kittens do; she seems quite pleased with all the affection she's getting in the form of belly rubs and stupid noises anyone in the close proximity of a cat is prone to make. It won't be long before Kimblee shows up and Archer can finally show off the thing he's been carrying around for so long.

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The kitten reacts quite happily, rubbing up against Kimblee's hand and purring loudly. Archer doesn't seem to notice and his gaze is now focused somewhere over Kimblee's left shoulder as well - though it's deliberate this time around as he's actually thinking. What the hell just happened basically sums up his thought process.

"Not... at all." He finally seems to snap back to reality and looks at Kimblee for a moment before he loses eye contact again. "That was... unexpected. I hadn't thought of it that way." He seems perfectly fine, at least.

This has kind of done a number on his head, but he'll be fine once he gets over the fact that he hatched a kitten from an egg.

[explosivecombat]

Well, at least the kitten is content; Kimblee, on the other hand, is not - though he actually manages to keep his usual complete lack of a poker face under control, his gaze does flick rather pointedly back to Archer's face at that. He doesn't like the idea of Archer simply accepting completely bizarre things like this with no question; he's well aware that Archer has been trying not to question too much, but to be blunt he would have preferred the usual 'There's no point in questioning it, Kimblee' that this sort of thing tends to receive as opposed to 'I hadn't thought of it that way at all.'

"I have to admit that I don't see how," he says eventually, though he doesn't stop petting the kitten while he speaks - she's an affectionate little thing, isn't she.

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Yes, she certainly is, and since her trainer isn't giving her any affection, she'll take it from this man! She either doesn't understand the topic of conversation or sees nothing wrong with it, either way she's paying much more attention to Kimblee than she is to whatever it is they're saying at this point.

Archer doesn't respond, taking more time mulling the statement over than is really necessary. "...It wasn't something I would have thought about." He gives a half-shrug, disrupting the kitten from her position which earns a small hiss of frustration; she's quick to rub back up against Kimblee's hand.

[explosivecombat]

Kimblee freezes briefly at that frustrated noise, but he's returns to the general offerings of pettings once she settles again; it's at about that time that Kimblee decides that there's really no sense in both of them just standing around and slowly dying.

"Right. Well...shall I leave you to your own devices, then?"

He'll just be offering the usual smirk; it's much calmer than he actually feels.

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"Yes. Yes, of course."

Archer finally shakes off that blank stare, forcing a smirk instead. "I'll see you later, then."

[explosivecombat]

"Of course."

Yes. Yes, well. Kimblee will just be going to heal his currently dead-asleep fox and trying to process that entire...whatever that was just now, if no one minds.