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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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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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