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The Daily Lives of Fuzzy Grumps

Who: Jon Talbain, Evve, and Riwane
What: Existing and meetings.
Where: Jon's dorm, BE-10
When: Jan 8, evening.

Evve had been in Jon's room ever since her return to the academy. There were some days where she wasn't around at any given time and never returned to even get some sleep, but she had personal business to attend to, matters she would prefer no one to come across.

That afternoon was the first day in a few she had strolled her way back into the room when Jon was absent, getting into more comfortable attire (a white shirt she might have borrowed from him and a pair of shorts she boosted from elsewhere) and drowning in a book on the spare bed. One leg crossed over the other and surrounded by bags of junk food from the vending machine ~~CAN'T BE TAMED~~, she certainly made herself at home with his offering. Despite not doing much of anything, Evve looked fairly frazzled, if her unkempt hair was anything to go by. Dry and all over the place, but perhaps it was simply bedhead.

She sighed at her book and flipped the page. More romantic trash.

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Jon, likewise, didn't spend a great amount of time in his dorm room. Since Gold had left, it didn't feel like quite the same place. That and he had promised Evve some privacy to enjoy while she shared his living space so he didn't want to go back on such an important promise. He knew Ladies liked their Me Time and he was fine with this.

Today, however, he was keen to get indoors. While he didn't mind the cold, sometimes you just wanted your ears and nose not to be numb. So, he'd grabbed some food from the cafeteria and made his way Home. He decided he should bring home enough to offer Evve some - he wanted to save her from herself. No matter how much she loved the crap from the vending machines, it would do her some good to eat something that wasn't prepackaged and chock full of preservatives, sugars and MSG once on a while.

"Oi. Get decent. I'm coming in." he said, knocking on the door and waiting a good... oh... 25 seconds before opening it and slipping inside.

"Brought you half a chicken." he said without looking over at her just yet in case 25 seconds wasn't long enough. "And some potatoes." He did, however, skip bringing back any broccoli.

As his voice rose to her ears, she stopped bobbing her crossed leg to consider her wardrobe. She lifted her book, checked out her bare minimum attire, then dropped it down again to keep reading as if she simply had a passing thought. When the door open and shut and the smells of food spun through the air like music to her soul, Evve slapped her book shut.

"You're a man after my stomach, Jon." Evve sat up and moved to stand from her bed, an empty bag slipping off the sheets and hitting the floor. She wasn't a huge slob, though. She picked it up and tossed it in the bin before approaching.

Evve reached her hands out to the food. She'll take that chicken from him like a gift from god, thanks.

And just to show off how well she does her job, "Are classes back in session yet? Were you attending?" Perfect.

"Yes. On both counts." he said, handing her the foil covered paper plate and walking over to his desk to drop his own there. "First days of the new term - best to be on time. Start as you mean to go on, and all that other rubbish."

He opened up his plate and dug the plastic fork he'd grabbed from underneath it's covering of potatoes. She had one similarly stowed, of course. "What about you, then? What has your day consisted of apart from vending machine fare and... whatever that book is." He glanced at the cover and his nose wrinkled just a little.

"Tomorrow, I'm not only bringing you dinner but something substantial to read." Food for the brain!

Evve was rolling her hand at his statements before waving it off as if she had heard enough. She technically did her job. Victory.

She thought about how the past few days had been in her own room, more or less hiding from everyone, but her face remained stoic for the duration of the memory. She smiled and plopped back on the bed, peeling back the foil and snatching the fork to dig in.

"Mm," she rocked her head side to side as she chewed. "Uneventful patrols - " Sorta. She looked down whatever hallways she passed through. Once. For the entire day. "and you're correct. This book is subpar.

"I absolutely love it. You should bring me another." She peeked up at him and winked.

Such a career woman! He was holed up with a regular workaholic!

He shoveled a few potatoes into his mouth and listened. Uneventful patrols and asking him about his day were valuable contributions to the school community. Probably.

"Be sure not to work too hard. You don't want to give yourself a case of burnout being you only just got back." he replied wryly. "And I'll be sure to stop in at the Library and bring you something with an improbably handsome lad on the front obviously wooing a frail looking lady who's wearing more frills than is practical." he offered. "Or I could get you a GOOD book with actual characters and an interesting plot?"

He actually spent quite a bit of time reading. Not that you would know it to look at him, but she may have noticed. Mostly non-fiction but not always.

"Well," she muffled past a mouthful before swallowing. "If you insist." A teasing smile struck her as she pushed the food around her plate. Evve crossed her legs so she could rest her elbows better on them, wondering for a brief moment how he must feel catering to her needs. Sure, he was being friendly and she knew he wouldn't do something if he hadn't the desire to do so. Jon was a powerful man in more fashion than he probably gave himself credit for, she thought. But it was that thought that made her feel all the more guilty.

Ugh. She'd been too emotional these days. Sylveon skin was too thin for her, it would seem. Yes. That was it.

Nevertheless, her own internal outburst made her speak up. "Tell me something, Jon: Am I different to you?" May as well ask him straight.

"Different?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow and shoveling in a mouthful of chicken so he had something else to do while he thought on it.

He wasn't even sure entirely what she meant. Different to who? To who she was before she left? Or did she mean to ask if he regarded her differently than other people? It was kind of an out of the blue question, but he respected her enough that he wanted to give her some sort of coherent answer.

"Different how, exactly? I don't mean to be obtuse, but perhaps you can clarify the question a tad."

Maybe they'd have a chance to clarify, maybe they wouldn't! Whatever they decided to do wouldn't stop the door from just swinging open, followed by an annoyed groan and stompy footsteps.

"Hnnn, Ah dunno why math's gotta have so many gosh darn numbers in it." came a familiar voice as she dragged her feet towards the bed. She was very close to flopping face first on it before she noticed it was occupied, which prompted her to do a quick 180 and flop face first on the floor instead where she let out a long sigh.

Both arms extended, one held her messenger bag, the other a bag that smelled like lunch, her voice came back muffled considering she had it against the floor.

"Ah feel lik mah head's 'bout ta explode from all them formulas."

Evve's lips had been opening and closing on how to rephrase her question when Riwane barged in and practically saved her from the stress. Her eyes switched to the door, followed the girl to the floor, then decided to abandon the inquiry all together in order to continue eating. She could take a good guess who this girl was and it was the only factor keeping her from making a rude comment.

Evve wasn't sure what to add, seeing as introductions weren't exactly a specialty of hers, so she forces herself to keep shoving food into her mouth until it was almost difficult to chew, if only to avoid speaking at all.

"Because, Riwane, it would hardly be math if it didn't contain formulas. And numbers. And all those other annoying yet necessary bits." Jon replied, the corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Ah. Evve. This is Riwane, my partner. Riwane, this is Evve, my impromptu room mate. If anyone is still wondering, my name is Jon."

He shoved one last piece of potato in his mouth before leaning down toward the floor and offering Riwane the remainder of his plate. "Oi, if you're done chatting to the carpet, would you like to share my dinner, then? I'd have gotten you your own but I wasn't sure if you'd be stopping in."

He was glad to have the opportunity to finally introduce the two of them. It had been something he'd wanted to do for a while. Lord knew it wouldn't hurt Riwane to have another friend and he was interested to see how Evve would react to the continuously upbeat Charizard. (Continuously barring days when she had Math as her last class.)

Riwane almost instantly jumped to a sitting position and hopped in place until she was facing the bed. A small gasp escaped her lips and she convered her mouth before speaking.

"Oh! Oh darn! Ah totally thought that was somethin' else! Ah'm sorry!" she bowed her head apologetically before turning to Jon. "Ya usually don't use the room often so ya got a lotta yer stuff on the bed, Ah jus' thought... Ya know... it was stuff! Ah wasn't lookin' rite, my vision's a bit hazy from all them darn numbers. Ah'm really sorry Ms Evve!" she gave one more apologetic bow of her head before waving Jon away.

"Nope! Ah brought us lunch! But seein' ya already got yerself sum, that means more fur me!" she said with a big, shark tooth grin. "Well, unless Ms Evve would like a quad-bacon-cheesynator an' fries?"

"Not the first time I've been told I look like a bunch of stuff," Evve spoke up finally, looking toward Riwane at the mention of food.

"Ms. Evve would like that, thank you very much." Her hand was out, ready to accept. "I've seen you around but I didn't suspect you were Jon's partner." Partial lie. She had a pretty good feeling but she never approached her upon sight to ask.

"Yes, a bacon cheesy whatever it is sounds directly up Ms Evve's alley." Jon said with a smirk. "I shall sacrifice my portion to her. Though, I appreciate the thought, Riwane." And he did, of course. She was always doing nice stuff like that for him.

....and it went without saying that he found the concept of mistaking Evve for a pile of general stuff pretty hilarious. However he was at least gentleman enough to keep his mirth to himself. For Now.

"Aye, she's my Charizard. We've been together since she was but a wee charmander all of three years ago." he said. "It's nice to see you two finally meet."

"Ah, a woman with taste~" Riwane joked with a light chuckled before pulling out a rather monstrous sized burger and a small bucket of fries, presnting them over to Evve before pulling out a similar amount for herself plus two apple turnovers. Sorry, she doesn't share those Evve!

With Jon's words came a very cheery nod from Riwane as she unwrapped her own burger, oozing with cheese, sauce, bacon and lots of jabaneros. She licked her lips and took a nice big bite from te burger, closing her eyes and savoring it. She looked like the happiest woman-dargon in the world right now.

"Mm, Mm, Mm! This never ceases to be so gosh darn delicious!!!" she exclaimed before smiling up at them both. "But yep, we met up a bit after I got here when I was still a Charmander."

"Huh," she acknowledged, just making sure they knew she was paying attention. More pressing matters were at hand, like shoving that burger in her face. After a couple of bites, she added, "And you two are dating, correct?" BITE.

YOU KNOW... she doesn't dance around these things, okay. But this girl likes information at its full capacity. Don't mind her too much.

So THERE was a pretty direct question.

Yep. That was. A question, pretty much. Asked fairly directly. In a manner that was more than somewhat slightly direct. Direct question.

Actually, he wasn't sure he had a direct answer.

"We date." he replied, looking at Riwane. Hey, he was hardly blind - he knew she had interest in other fellows too. Jolteon and Green's Charizard received a lot of attention from her from what he'd noticed. And he was OK with that. And he had never used the word 'girlfriend' any more than she'd used the word 'boyfriend'. Did they have a relationship? Yes. Did he care for her? Very, very much. But it was a complex, multifaceted thing that didn't quite fit within the term 'dating'. Or at least, his understanding of it.

The look he gave Riwane clearly said 'help me out, here?'. And she knew him well enough to know how hopeless he was at pretty much every single thing of this nature.

Direct, and yet Riwane was too into her delectably sinful burger to really pay it much mind, or let it affect her either if it affected her awkwardly in the first place.

Riwane finished chewing a big chunk of the burger before swallowing, a satisfied gasp and a smile clearly on her partly messy face.

"Date, yeah Ah guess it's that. We're partners, lovers? Ah think that'd be the correct term rite?" At least that's what they used in non-affiliated relationships in novels and movies? Hell if she knew!

"Ah guess Ah never really thought of havin' a legit boyfriend as they say." But she was extremely comfortable being with Jon. Hell they've been together, like he said, for three long years and had gone through a lot. Jon meant a lot to her and she'd give her life for him.

Evve carried on eating as she watched this confusion unfold, thinking of exactly that: books. Films. Anything she experienced from a fictional perspective. She had no experience herself, though she wasn't hesitant about kissing anyone, if the holiday season had been any indication of such.

Evve thought the parts of sleeping around and/or open relationships was a messy concept thanks to what she read about, but in this case? Well, it seemed to work.

"Kudos to not killing one another," she granted, offering an amused smile. And because Evve lived on asking what people may not, she added, "Do you ever wonder what the perception of these relationships would be like back home?" She reached across to her nightstand to put her food down, now focusing on the conversation.

"I don't know if you were capable, but I could not alternate between human and Eevee when I had ventured to Kalos."

"Well, for my part, back in my home world I'm considered an abomination. I doubt anything I did in terms of a relationship would change that one way or the other back in merry old 1960s England." Jon replied with a small shrug. "It's a moot point in any case, as I've nothing to go back there for, though I could if I liked."

At least, he assumed so. He'd gotten here by train. He could travel back the same way, he was sure.

"And Riwane was able to change back and forth in Kanto and Johto... we avoided it in general for obvious reasons." Because even the most dedicated of Pokemaniacs and cosplay fanatics would be hard pressed to produce automated wings and a constantly burning tail flame. The one run in they'd had with a small group of punks had illustrated this quite effectively.

Riwane smiled, "Funny story! We almost did kill each other! Well, he almost killed me since he though Ah was dinner!" she laughed. "Aftah a good brawl though, and a chat later we went hunting for dinner together and Ah guess that's when we became friends." It had been an interesting night and one that led to more outings and growing of feelings.

With Jon's statement, Riwane nodded. "Yup, Ah could still go back an' forth and honestly Ah didn't notice anyone really bein' that bothered other than Rio 'bout this whole thing. Like the transformation an' such." And that's because Rio's a worry worth.

"Really, Jon...?" She teased, but gave one airy laugh before letting it go by.

Evve absorbed everything she was hearing with genuine interest, eyes moving lazily between the both of them as they spoke. She would end up staring down at her lap when the effort became too much, but mostly her mind was focusing on Riwane's ability to transform.

So she could change, but Evve could not. There was an attempt to not let it show on her face, but disappointment struck it nevertheless. However she wondered how she would survive as a human back home when being a Pokemon is all she'd ever known there to begin with. What could she accomplish as a human?

"I see," she muttered, unconsciously reaching for her hair to stroke it, the sensation of her touch distracting her momentarily. "...Rio?" Had she heard that name before? "Should I be concerned?"

"Aye. Really. I'd only just arrived so had no clue what a Pokémon was, and here was this wee lizard with it's arse on fire, running about my usual hunting grounds." he responded with a chuckle. It was an honest mistake!

"Ah, Rio is an Oddish who lives with Riwane's family back in Kanto." he clarified. "Nice little chap. Likes the idea of being a contest Pokémon." Jon had been hoping the little grass type would accompany them back to school so Riwane would have another friend on campus, but it hadn't worked out that way so far.

"The cutest of noms~" Riwane added with a giggle before taking another dragon-sized bite from her burger. After thoughfully chewing, looking between the two, Riwane nodded.

"Yeah, he's been mah best friend since I was first taken in by the fam. He belongs to Gran, but she's been tellin' him he should come on over with me so he can git educated and meet new people..." Riwane sighed. "But he's kind of yellow bellied."

Evve let out a curt laugh. "Considering all the horror stories that stem form this institution, I would call your friend smart rather than 'yellow bellied'. Though tales of this school have not reached as far as our - or at least my home, a contest Pokemon would be ill-suited for this environment." She ticked a brow. "You know, stuffing him into lockers and wedgies and lunch money and all that nonsense."

Someone get this girl into the real world.

"First of all, I'm not sure any of that ACTUALLY happens at this school." Jon replied, quirking an eyebrow.

"Second, and perhaps more important, he'd be chumming about with yours truly. Do you honestly think anyone on this campus is brave enough to mess with someone who happens to be a friend of mine?" Was he flexing? Oh god. Just a little bit. Stop it Jon. You're dumb. Everyone knows you have freaky musculature you don't need to show it off.

"Still. I hope he changes his mind. There's the contest hall in the city run by... ah, Voile, I think her name is. Gardevoir lass. I'd have no problem taking him down there to compete."

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The Daily Lives of Fuzzy Grumps

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LEANS BACK IN CHAIR...........

DON'T LEAN BACK TOO FAR IT'S BAD FOR YOUR CHAIR

Lean back, lean back, lean back... /is shot.

aghdhj jfc

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Apologies!! Rough week.

No need to apologize! I hope this week is way better!!

No worries! My week's been rather horrid too =/ I hope yours looks up!

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