cambox | (no subject)

...With the Sneasel, Gold. [No need to get defensive...]

[...

He's gonna sweep the rest of the egg pieces up into a pile for Aibo to collect. Thanks buddy, go get food for you and the others. Insecurities? Nah, just light tones now.]

Well, guess it'd make sense for you to be. You're practically one yourself.

[...He glances at Weavile, then at the Sneasel, then at Gold...

And shrugs. Close enough.]

Come on, you even look like one. The same criminal eyes, cool look, and red hair. For Weavile anyway. I bet you could pass as a mother for orphaned ones!

[Having them all follow Silver around would be funny as hell.]

Hey, how long is it gonna be 'til they're big enough to leave? Or old enough, whatever. I know their folks are gonna take back to the wilds and all but... You know.

Don't know. They could probably leave tonight.

[But you're gonna let them stick around for a few days, right Gold?]

[No, Silver, he's gonna kick them out because he's got like ten lovely ladies to take home.]

If they leave tonight, they leave tonight, but it's not like I've got anything goin' on around here, so... I guess they're welcome to stick around as long as they need to, and all.

[And he wouldn't mind the company, course.]

[Are they Mareep?]

What do you guys think?

[The Sneasel want to say here! Yeah!

...So... do the parents...]

That settles that.

Edited 2013-11-02 04:28 (UTC)

[NO GO AWAY THEY'RE NOT

He claps his hands together! That settles that. Cool. It's still a bachelor pad it's just also part Sneasel/Weavile house.]

Great! No problem! I mean, there's a ton of space here and all so there ain't a problem with that. And food's obviously not an issue. So, yeah, stay as long as y'want.

Where are you getting all of this food, anyway?

I'm a businessman, Silver. I've got my sources.

I've got my own money, they left some around in case I wanted to start up somethin', and the last's a secret.

It's legal.

What's that supposed to mean?

You've shaped up, sure, but you haven't got the most spotless track record.

[...] What's this got to do with you?

What d'you mean, what's it gotta do with me? I'm sayin' that I don't steal stuff to get by. [Unlike you did. You probably do still.] All this food is totally paid for.

Good for you. Who paid for it?

What, do you think I can't pay for it on my own?

Yes.

Well, I can. Most of it anyway. [More like half, actually. A little less.] ... Mom helps out too since it ain't exactly busy around here.

[But it'll, you know, it'll hit its high time again. When Gold stops treating it like his hot seat of love and treats it like the daycare it is.]

[...Oh, right. His mom.]

How come? [Is it because you keep calling it your bachelor pad-]

[No--]

Dunno. [What can you expect from some troublemaker from across the region? A newbie that probably didn't even know the ropes. Too used to the experienced older couple and not the irresponsible teen. He shrugs.] Just ain't. Must not be breeding season. It'll pick up.

[He'd press further, but. Babies. Taking care of babies. That is the important thing right now.]

It's gotta pick up eventually.