Epic Meal Time: Pokemon Eating Meat

[rivalthunderbolts]

Who: Jolt, Jock and Blake
What: The aforementioned eat all this meat
Where: The Kitchen
When: Tuesday
Warnings: Bacon and haters

Jock was probably sleeping pretty well, dreaming of sides of beef and pork loins and whatever else a hungry Arcanine dreamed of. But his dreams were about to be rudely interrupted by an even ruder Jolteon, poking at him as he slept.

"Wake up," Jolt instructed.

Comments

[flamejock]

Okay now suddenly Jock is awake and also he's sort of launched himself at you out of his bed.

Whoops.

[rivalthunderbolts]

Jolt reacted quickly, being far more awake than Jock was at the moment. He sidestepped the giant burly man, letting him drop to the floor, upon which the Jolteon nudged him with his toe.

"Get up. We're eating meat."

[flamejock]

Jock looked up from the floor where he was being nudged with a foot.

"Okay."

[rivalthunderbolts]

"I've got a huge shank of sheep and bacon," Jolt explained. "C'mon and let's cook it like bosses."

[flamejock]

There was a tank top on the floor left over from yesterday. CLEAN ENOUGH. Jock yawned and pulled it towards himself.

"I wanna cook it myself," said Jock.

[rivalthunderbolts]

"Hang in there," Jolt assured him. "Just cooking this stuff isn't enough. We've gotta go the extra mile. We've gotta make this meal... epic."

[flamejock]

"Okay," said Jock. From this vantage point, he could see something beneath the bed. It was shiny and he wanted it. He reached to grab it...

IT WAS...

A pair of aviator glasses.

His old roommate must have lost them before he moved out.

Neat! Jock put them on. It felt somehow right.

Jock you should get off of the floor sometime.

[rivalthunderbolts]

"Meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes," Jolt instructed. "Get a camera. We've gotta record this for posterity."

With that, he left to gather ingredients.

[flamejock]

Jock looked up as the jolteon walked away. Where was he going to get a camera from?

Who had a camera? Did mom have one? Jock had no idea. Maybe BLAKE would know.

And so, dear reader, Jock finally got up off of the floor and jogged over to Blake's room. Maybe he hadn't gone to bed yet - it was early, still. He knocked on the door. "Blake!" he said, "It's me!"

[travelingdarkness]

There was a voice that came from behind Jock, suddenly. It spoke from out of the shadows that lingered through this new dawn.

"Good morning, Jock. Would you like me to find a camera for you?"

[flamejock]

Jock wheeled around and looked down to find that Blake was standing behind him. If he weren't wearing the aviator glasses, you could probably see the surprise in his eyes. Darned dark types, always sneaking around.

"Woah!" said Jock. "How did you know what I needed?"

[travelingdarkness]

Blake bowed his head.

"It would be remiss of my duties not to keep my eyes and ears alert while you sleep." So basically he heard the whole thing because he stalks people while they sleep.

[flamejock]

"Are you watching me when I'm sleeping?" Jock asked sternly. Like some sort of sparkling vampire?

[travelingdarkness]

"I do not. Forgive me for saying so, but that would quite defeat the purpose." How would he watch for danger if he was preoccupied staring at your beautiful, angelic sleeping face all night, Jock?

"I am simply vigilant to any potential threats that may approach you when you have yet to wake."

[flamejock]

"Hhhhhhn," said Jock. "I guess that's okay. But you should watch mom instead of me."

[travelingdarkness]

"I make rounds." Even if he couldn't get very close to the girls' dorms because they terrified him.

[flamejock]

"Alright. But go watch mom more than you watch me," said Jock. "She's your top priority when I'm asleep."

When Jock is awake, everything is sunshine and ice cream.

"But anyway I need a camera. Do you know where to get one?"

[travelingdarkness]

"I may. Please excuse me."

With that, he flitted back into the shadows and disappeared.

[flamejock]

"THE KIND FOR VIDEOS!" Jock shouted after him as he disappeared. "NOT THE KIND JUST FOR PICTURES. VIDEOS."

[travelingdarkness]

"Very well," was the distant reply.

[flamejock]

And so Jock waited for Blake to return. Manfully.

[flamejock]

And when that guy didn't come back in like two minutes, Jock went to the kitchen without him. Blake probably knew to go there anyway.