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[coffeepots]

[Clint watches as the stranger stumbles off the bench with all the motivation of an egg rolling off a counter. He raises an eyebrow, before realizing that he should probably do something, too. Kneeling down, he scoops up Fletcher in his arms, which, on further inspection, have various bandages and pain-relieving patches on them.

Fletcher hoots in indignation, fluffing her feathers, but her tiny body is too weak to budge against Clint's arms.]

Yeah, uh, she seems to have this...idea that if she fights more people, she'll get stronger faster. [He absentmindedly scratches her on the head and turning to address her.] But you're not gonna get anywhere if you don't take breaks, right?

[Irked, Fletcher puffs her feathers out in an attempt to look as intimidating as possible, only to make herself look more cute in the process. Clint frowns at Marlin's comment.]

Uh, no. [Kind of. Sort of. Yes.] Haven't you ever heard of wearing casual clothes?

[dyinggreaser]

...

[He definitely notices Clint's arms and winces at the sight of the bandages. See, this is why he chooses not to work with animals. ...His pokemon do not count as animals.]

It looks...terrible. [In which Marlin demonstrates why he doesn't have many friends.] You look like you don't know how to take care of yourself.

[And just the idea that he chose to look like that. Disgraceful.]


...But she's right, she will get stronger faster. You're carrying potions, aren't you? She'll stay healthier longer so she can burn off that extra energy with less breaks and hopefully less tantrums.

[And he's definitely not saying this because he's only now starting to notice this owl might also be a plant. C...Cute...]

This one's still young, but...she can fight Aubergine.

[He motions his head towards his tiny happiny, whose eyes start to sparkle. She squeals, throwing the pot into the air that causes Marlin to immediately panic and try to catch it before it shatters everywhere Aubergine WHY.

It's a challenge for sure, what with him already carrying his petilil, but he manages to juggle both before any disaster can strike.]

[coffeepots]

[The bandages aren't all from Fletcher--though, he's definitely lost at least a pound of flesh just from her pecking at his arms. Clint also works out from time to time, and, uh...he doesn't always listen to his own body. Just like Fletcher. He's a hypocrite, sue him. He bristles slightly at Marlin's comment, even though it's not...technically false.]

Wow. Thanks. Maybe you need to broaden your horizons when it comes to casual fashion. ["Fashion" in the loosest term.] And, yeah, I've got potions. I'm saving them for emergencies, though--it's not like I'm made of money.

[Like, you know, getting lost in the woods without a Pokémon center around. Yes, he's been running to the Pokémon center almost every day. Sue him. It's a free service, and he's going to use it. His eyebrows furrow together as he glances between the Happiny and the wiggling Rowlet in his arms.]

If it'll keep them occupied, sure.

[She lets out a happy chirp as Clint loosens his grip. She flits down to the ground and hops towards the Pokémon, poised and ready to fight. Clint wearily looks towards the stranger.]

Fan of plants, then?

[dyinggreaser]

I don't. [He says way too flatly. His horizon is just fine without sweatpants, thank you very much.] And people'll pay you just fine if you put in the effort, stocking up on potions should be your first priority to make sure there won't be any emergencies.

[Now if they would just make potions for people, he'd be set for life...

Marlin sets his petilil back into her little pot of soil just as Clint asks about his plant love, the little bulb's head lowering in defeat. But Daaaad, she wanted to fight the bird first!!]

I...a fan? I don't... Maybe. That sounds kind of stupid when you say it like that... [He starts to scratch his cheek a little.] Let's...Let's just battle...

[Aubergine stomps over to her opponent, the little happiny swaying her belly back and forth and obviously trying to draw attention to the smooth, shiny rock in her pouch pocket. There's a prideful smirk all over the little mon's face, like this will somehow bring her good luck.]


...If you could...acknowledge her rock, this'll go by much faster...

[coffeepots]

[Clint is about to make another argumentative comment, when he decides against it and closes his mouth. He sighs, looking down at the rock being held aloft by Aubergine and offers her a tentative, warm smile.]

It's a good rock. Very cool.

[His tone is completely lame, but hopefully that won't matter. Fletcher gives her rock a solid gaze, scraping her talons against the ground in excitement. Clint carefully observes the Happiny, scratching his scruffy chin. His demeanor seems to shift ever so slightly.]

You know what? Why don't you try and battle her on your own? I trust your strategy.

[Is he trying to make an excuse not to shout out moves like a fool? Kind of. But Fletcher doesn't seem to notice, because she immediately brightens. Turning her attention back to her opponent, she lets out a loud hoot before diving towards her, ready to Peck that rock right out of her stubby hands.]

[dyinggreaser]

Wha- Are you even TRYING to raise her-?! ...Who am I kidding, you can't even iron a shirt... Aubergine, minimize!!

[Aubergine's enthusiasm for the battle seems to diminish when she sees how...eagerly Fletcher is to target her brand new stone. You know, the one that was just deemed very cool!! The shaking ball of pink can barely move before she receives her command, shrinking down and using this as a chance to TOTALLY TURN AROUND AND WADDLE AWAY AAHHHHHH!!

This already aggro owl is now an even BIGGER aggro owl, at least from her perspective.]

[coffeepots]

[Okay, insult his appearance all he wants, but nobody insults his ability to take care of smaller animals. Clint stiffens a little, glaring at him. What's with this asshole? Insulting his casual wear, then insulting his parenting--er, trainer abilities....]

Hey! I can totally iron a shirt! And I'm--I'm giving her the independence that she so desperately needs, alright?

[Yep. That's the reason he's going with. As Aubergine waddles away at high speed, Fletcher slows, confused. She's never seen such a move, before--does that mean that she doesn't want to fight? She lands on the ground, squinting down at the mini-Happiny and letting out an inquisitive hoot.]

Aw, hey, what are you doing?! You're supposed to be fighting!

[Still nothing. Clint runs his hand down his face, exasperated. He tries to take on a slightly more focused attitude as he stares down at the owl.]

Oh, use peck already, will you?

[Immediately, Fletcher begins to peck at Tiny Aubergine--though, it's easier said than done. Fletcher is definitely more enthusiastic than precise in her pecking, and many of her hits end up smacking the ground several inches away.]

[dyinggreaser]

So you're just choosing not to.

...Think it would be better if you just said you didn't know how...

[How can people be so lazy, honestly? At least if he didn't know how to iron, someone could teach him.

Marlin frowns when he sees tiny Aubergine dance for her life, trying to avoid pecks and flailing her stubby little arms. Happiny is not a strong pokemon, so Marlin's had to rely on these weird defensive strategies.

It sucks... He's pretty sure this world handed him a weak pokemon just to make fun of him.]

Sweet kiss.

[If Clint and Fletcher thought that was a weird move before, now Auber has to stop what she's doing to try and plant her lips against Fletcher's giant fluffy owl cheek between the onslaught of pecks. He's lucky the owl doesn't seem very focused, but he knows they can only rely on luck for so long.]

[coffeepots]

I--The-- [He stutters for a moment, his brain catching up to his mouth.] I'm busy with more important things, alright?

[Like sleeping in for the first time in years and not having to worry about waking up late for some horrible crisis! That's a new one!

Fletcher doesn't quite realize what's happening before the kiss is planted on her fluffy little cheek. She lets out a startled squawk, bewildered, and stumbles back. Clint jolts forward, as if wanting to leap in and help her, but manages to steel himself.]

Oh, c'mon, you can do it! Hit her with razor leaf!

[The Rowlet stands there a moment, turning her head this way and that, clearly confused. She raises her claw to summon forth an onslaught of leaves, but ends up tipping over and rolling around on her unfortunately rotund body. Clint winces.]

Shi--I mean, shoot.

[No swearing around the babies!!!]