[weird. Archie doesn't look like the kind of person to get distracted by cute things...
Manabu shakes his head, turning back to the task at-hand without further protest or criticism. he makes soft little sounds through his nose at each completed step--kind of like checking off a box on a list in his head aloud.
when the oven door is closed and the timer set, Manabu turns around, clapping his hands free of the work and nodding, satisfied.] So far, so good, right?
I...If you have any extra milk for it, sure... [because the amount of coffee going into that little pot looks liable to overtake his bloodstream in a hot second.] Thank you...
[Manabu hasn't been this relieved about a beverage since...jeez, who knows. maybe since he was back home, back working on the SDF and the vending machines were rigged with bombs?
(that's a little extreme.......but Archie was pouring grains rather...gratuitously into that filter............)
he folds his hands in his lap. then unfolds them, letting them rest on his knees. then folds them again, settled on the table.]
Mm-? Aa, well... [he looks over toward the other room, where Scout's scampered off to.] He certainly keeps me on my toes. Which is good, I shouldn't be slacking off... He gets a lot of attention on walks, for sure, ha. But that's alright...
those arms...those look like the stupid grabber the Blue Beetle used so he wouldn't punch him in the face...
er, anyway:] A--yeah, you mentioned that before... So far, none of that, thankfully... He mostly just likes to run away when I'm in a hurry. He thinks it's a game.
I mean, if you think that's the right thing to do. The other pokemon owners seem to agree that it's perfectly fine, even if it does sound weird, fighting animals...
Mm, that makes sense. [he folds his arms on the table, slouching forward a little.] Mightyena will probably have a better idea of what to do than us, huh?
[Manabu's eyes widen at "thirty" -- just about to sip. he fortunately catches himself before any spittakes can happen. still, the sip he does take belatedly goes down hard, with a grimace.]
Thirty... [jeez. blinking at Archie:] And all your different ones know that many? How do you keep track?
[like memorizing layouts in different cockpit interfaces, Manabu figures. tricky to start with, but things start to commonize after a while... maybe it's the same kind of idea.]
At least, so far, I-- [DING, goes the oven. or BZZT. i dunno your oven. it's your house, your oven, you own that onomatopoeia, not me, damn.
whatever the sound is, it does startle Manabu a little, who sits up and looks over ovenward.] Uoh...now's time to see if I mixed all that up right, huh?
[well, he's already up out of his seat, so why not?] Aa, sure. This is my test, after all...
mitts on, oven open, pans out and set on the stovetop, piping hot. Manabu leans away from them to keep the steam from brushing his face. they do smell good, but that's the extent of his quality check abilities.
this means he glances toward Archie, eyebrows raised.] Do they look...done?
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Manabu shakes his head, turning back to the task at-hand without further protest or criticism. he makes soft little sounds through his nose at each completed step--kind of like checking off a box on a list in his head aloud.
when the oven door is closed and the timer set, Manabu turns around, clapping his hands free of the work and nodding, satisfied.] So far, so good, right?
[Scout yips.]
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he holds his hand out for a fist bump when manabu has it all in the oven.]
Nice job! Now we wait 20 minutes. I got left over frosting so ya don't have to worry about making that.
...I store bought it.
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[he grins, then gestures for manabu to sit down at the table.]
You want a drink while we wait?
[guess whoooo is making coffee. with an unholy amount of granules in it.]
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[he sits down, ignorant to Scout nosing at his shoes and ankle, before deciding handouts are over and romping off to go bug his dad.]
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You want a drink?
[did he just ask that? he can't remember. he was distracted by scout again.]
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How're you finding Scout so far?
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(that's a little extreme.......but Archie was pouring grains rather...gratuitously into that filter............)
he folds his hands in his lap. then unfolds them, letting them rest on his knees. then folds them again, settled on the table.]
Mm-? Aa, well... [he looks over toward the other room, where Scout's scampered off to.] He certainly keeps me on my toes. Which is good, I shouldn't be slacking off... He gets a lot of attention on walks, for sure, ha. But that's alright...
He's been pretty good company for the most part.
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[he brings the mug of coffee over, giving it to manabu. he's just gonna drink straight out the pot himself, because he is a disgusting man.]
Poocheyna are smarter than they seem, yeah. He used any moves? Ice Beam is the one to look out for.
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those arms...those look like the stupid grabber the Blue Beetle used so he wouldn't punch him in the face...
er, anyway:] A--yeah, you mentioned that before... So far, none of that, thankfully... He mostly just likes to run away when I'm in a hurry. He thinks it's a game.
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[he makes a kissy face at mightyena. naw boo he lvoes u]
It'll happen eventually, though. I think we should battle him so we can see what he does.
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I mean, if you think that's the right thing to do. The other pokemon owners seem to agree that it's perfectly fine, even if it does sound weird, fighting animals...
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[he looks over at the dog, who is sniffing at scout again.]
He's never been a dad before, but they have pretty strong parental instincts. Probably evident in the fact he didn't eat 'em.
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[he wraps his hands around the... pot.]
He'll probably be able to teach Scout a few moves like Scary Face and Bite.
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scary face...puppy...]
Is that common...?
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I mean...that sounds easier to manage than him shooting ice out...
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Thirty... [jeez. blinking at Archie:] And all your different ones know that many? How do you keep track?
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Most of them are ones that other Pokémon can learn... ya grow up with this stuff and ya just remember it, y'know?
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[like memorizing layouts in different cockpit interfaces, Manabu figures. tricky to start with, but things start to commonize after a while... maybe it's the same kind of idea.]
At least, so far, I-- [DING, goes the oven. or BZZT. i dunno your oven. it's your house, your oven, you own that onomatopoeia, not me, damn.
whatever the sound is, it does startle Manabu a little, who sits up and looks over ovenward.] Uoh...now's time to see if I mixed all that up right, huh?
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You wanna do the honours?
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mitts on, oven open, pans out and set on the stovetop, piping hot. Manabu leans away from them to keep the steam from brushing his face. they do smell good, but that's the extent of his quality check abilities.
this means he glances toward Archie, eyebrows raised.] Do they look...done?
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