Michael Bublé Wrote A Song About This Log

[worktodo]

Who: Anyone currently living on or welcome at the Justice Farm!
Where: Albert Rosenfield's Justice Farm of SCIENCE!! in Saffron City
When: Anytime in the month of January
Summary: A compilation of all those one-off threads, logs, and other general social interactions that don't warrant their own individual post and yet promise to be too much fun to outright handwave, either.
Rating: May vary! But assume PG unless noted otherwise.
Log:


☆ YOU ARE HERE ☆
(IT LOOKS LIKE THIS.)


Let the shenanigans ensue.

Comments

For Reid and Harry~

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[One of the many responsibilities of a trainer is to keep one's Pokemon out of trouble. Failing that, the responsibility of a trainer is to make one's Pokemon calm the fuck down after causing enough trouble to last a lifetime.

So Reid has Ellie the squirming Eevee in his lap while sitting at Albert's piano. Reid taps the keys experimentally, then launches into a soft, gentle tune. This is sort of his last resort.

And luckily, it seems to be working. Ellie slowly stops squirming, her ears perking up to listen to the wonderful noise her trainer is making. He lets out a sigh of relief, his fingers dancing across the keys, and he takes the chance to practice. It's been a couple weeks since he's played the piano.]

[likewatson]

[Harry just happens to be in the kitchen when Reid begins playing, so it takes all of forty seconds for him to peek curiously into the living room. Should Reid notice him, he'll offer a smile and a little wave — for the moment, though, he's content to stand there and listen, looking impressed.

(Christmas is a big blur — Harry'd forgotten how talented Reid is.)]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[Reid doesn't notice Harry's presence. He's too busy concentrating on the Eevee in his lap, trying to lull some of the energy out of her. Come on, Ellie. Come on. The music is nice, isn't it? No, Ellie, that wasn't an invitation to chew on his sleeve. Damn it, Ellie.

Reid gently pushes the Eevee away from his arms, encouraging her to just listen, and luckily, it seems like she's mostly calming down. She's not as desperate to ruin his clothes as before.]

[likewatson]

[Watching the scene, it occurs to Harry that he could have attempted something similar with Waldo, but that problem's since been fixed.

Still, it couldn't hurt to try.

As quietly as possible, he shifts his weight around to lean against the door frame.

...which creaks, of course.]

[leftinbasketforfbi]

[That was a loud creak.

Reid jerks in surprise, shaking Ellie in his lap, and then turns to see who's there. His hands stop playing, a slight blush coming to his cheeks.] Uh, hey there, Harry. Sorry, was I bothering you?

[likewatson]

[Harry's wearing an apologetic look before Reid looks over, at which point Harry lifts his hands in an equally apologetic gesture.]

No, no. Not at all. I didn't mean to interrupt like that.

[A moment of silence, to let the awkwardness pass...]

You're very good.

[leftinbasketforfbi]

No, you didn't interrupt, I just... I was trying to get Ellie to calm down.

[Reid rests his hands in Ellie's fur, the Eevee now disgruntled.]

Thank you. I started after a case about a year ago? [No, that's not intentionally vague. There are many things Reid is sensitive enough to be vague about, but Sammy isn't one of them.]

[likewatson]

A year ago?

[That's the detail Harry latches onto as he pushes away from the wall, carefully approaching the pair with a hand stretched out toward Ellie.]

That's all?