[ and— there. his first batch of eggs as a breeder. the weather's perfect, he's in whatever route of choice, kneeling beside his bulbasaur and rolling up his sleeves to get them comfortable around camp. aster's making sure of that, using her vines to careful move one of the two eggs together in a comfy ball of blankets. ( nagi's blankets, but aster's been so motherly that— well, it hits his heart! as a father and a husband himself, how can he say no? ) ]
I'm sure they'll be fine, Aster— They won't be feeling the chills so soon, I promise you that.
[ they were warm blankets, after all . . . his voice is an artificially synthesized one, leveled and near-emotionless despite the easily read emotion in his expression as he smiles, giving a soundless laugh. she gives a coo, half worry and half happy; was she doing a good job??? even if the eggs weren't her's to begin with, as this breeder's first partner ( and her first friend!! ), she'd foster them until they've found the right homes!!
even if they were just two eggs, they were eggs he's had to go through more than two cycles to get, so hopefully, they'll be promising! taking out his notepad, he begins to scratch out a rough draft of the should be move list, flipping in between the parents page, grandparents, and the one he's writing out now, comparing and following some simple breeding rules—
aster senses something, someone, other than themselves zoning into where they were, and as the mother hen she is, she immediately takes on a fierce stance in front of the eggs, trying to pinpoint the little stepping and scratching of small sounds getting closer, giving a reptilian growl to alarm her trainer . . . alas, it's not so alarming as it is both cute and becoming a normal thing. ]
Ah— Again?
[ the last time she did that, it was a harmless little caterpie in the trees . . . if it were a trainer, well— hopefully they wouldn't scare them off so soon! ]
nagi kengamine | deadman wonderland ( johto! )
I'm sure they'll be fine, Aster— They won't be feeling the chills so soon, I promise you that.
[ they were warm blankets, after all . . . his voice is an artificially synthesized one, leveled and near-emotionless despite the easily read emotion in his expression as he smiles, giving a soundless laugh. she gives a coo, half worry and half happy; was she doing a good job??? even if the eggs weren't her's to begin with, as this breeder's first partner ( and her first friend!! ), she'd foster them until they've found the right homes!!
even if they were just two eggs, they were eggs he's had to go through more than two cycles to get, so hopefully, they'll be promising! taking out his notepad, he begins to scratch out a rough draft of the should be move list, flipping in between the parents page, grandparents, and the one he's writing out now, comparing and following some simple breeding rules—
aster senses something, someone, other than themselves zoning into where they were, and as the mother hen she is, she immediately takes on a fierce stance in front of the eggs, trying to pinpoint the little stepping and scratching of small sounds getting closer, giving a reptilian growl to alarm her trainer . . . alas, it's not so alarming as it is both cute and becoming a normal thing. ]
Ah— Again?
[ the last time she did that, it was a harmless little caterpie in the trees . . . if it were a trainer, well— hopefully they wouldn't scare them off so soon! ]