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[When the video flickers on, there is a sudden sizzling sound that permeates through the speaker of your pokegear, gaining in intensity as the pokegear spins around and around in a dizzying motion, before skidding to a halt abruptly. Out of the corner of the screen, one can see a flash of a long snout and the leg of what looks to be a bedpost, if the frilly covers draping down from above are any indication whatsoever.

Then, an eevee pokes its face into the screen, staring out from the other side of the pokegear with a seriousness found only on shampoo models and totem poles. It bats at the screen cautiously, then looks up, ears twitching at the approach of something that sounds like it's... sizzling.

A large hand reaches down and picks up the pokegear, shifting until it faces upwards. The video then reveals a lightly-smiling Fuji, and what appears to be a hair iron held loosely in his other hand, which seems to be more or less the cause of the sizzling.

Wedged between the two metal prongs of the hair iron is a gastly.

It looks very, very pleased.

Fuji looks to the gastly, then back to the screen thoughtfully.]

I guess now's as good of a time as ever. Kanra, Souji -- the eggs have hatched nicely. Thank you. I'll do my best to take good care of them.

[A smile. Then, thoughtfully--] Which brings me to a very important question, actually. Do baby pokemon teethe? Little brothers do, at any rate, but that's probably an unfair comparison.

[He pauses, shrugging. Suddenly, the eevee, having climbed up his shoulders in the meantime, peeks out from behind his hair, brown fur blending in a dizzying fashion with brown hair. It gives the pokegear a wary look, and disappears behind Fuji's back, presumably climbing down his back once more.

Fuji chuckles. He lifts his hair iron, bemused.] Gastlies don't seem to, but I think they replace teething with other hobbies.

[Rue.] I guess I just want to know why I woke up today with all of my socks shredded in a pile in the corner. If any breeders could share some insight, I'd like that. [Pause.] And if anyone has any recommendations for a brand of shred-proof, fire-proof socks, I'd like to hear it.

[A grin, almost conspiratorial in nature.] My toes aren't used to being cold.

[He laughs, lightly, and ends the feed.]

[filter: niou]

Hey, got a sec?

[The gastly and the hair iron is inspired by this. Told you I would. ♥!]

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[ Niou glances up and cocks an eyebrow. He's sitting in a chair, tipped back at a dangerous angle, with a sandwich on a plate, half-eaten. There are some suspicious purple chips on the plate as well, but he's ignoring them quite efficiently. ]

That's quite a party you got there.

[He notes the half-eaten sandwich and assumes that the other had probably been finishing up a meal. Or barring that, he might possibly have scared off some poor schmuck from finishing theirs, if those purple chips have anything to do with it. Knowing Niou, both are equally as likely.

He shrugs.]

What can I say? I've been incubating.

Looks like one of 'em's a bit behind.

[ He eyes the egg in Fuji's arms, reaching for the sandwich, and accidentally touches the chips, instead. The chips jump and make a tittering sort of sound. Niou's face flashes brief annoyance as he picks up the sandwich for a bite. ]

Yes, well. [He wrinkles his nose when an eevee tail brushes into his face, and gives the egg a look of utmost consideration.] Egg omelet should be good this time of the year, don't you think?

[ That earns a little incredulous laugh. ]

Sure, why not? Some peppers, onions, steak sauce.... [ Yeah, you don't wanna know what's on that sandwich, either. ]

[He laughs, and walks forward to place the egg on the table. There appears to be a smiley face drawn on it with green marker, clashing badly with the orange and yellow decor.]

Looks like the two of you will get along just fine, then.

[ — wait, what?

Niou looks from the egg to Fuji, incredulous amusement giving way to plain incredulity. ]

... What, you're... giving me this?

So long as you don't eat it for breakfast. [He arranges the blanket around it carefully, tucking the edges in almost as an afterthought.]

Or if you do, hold off on the steak sauce. [He wrinkles his nose in distaste.] Something that tastes like pineapple sauce shouldn't be allowed on eggs.

[ Niou peers at it for a second. ]

... Pineapple sauce might actually be even better on an omelet. [ This, contemplatively, as the purple chips resolve themselves into the usual wet purple blanket, schlicking across the table to examine the egg. ]

[He raises an eyebrow, and moves away from the table slightly at the coming of the purple blanket. He's not entirely sure if he wants to be caught between the egg and that thing.]

I didn't peg you as someone with a sweet tooth.

Only sometimes. Eggs are good with sweet. [ Niou props his head on his hand and watches as Ditto swallows the egg whole, forming itself into a protective, rubbery layer around it. ]

... Freak.

[... well, that ditto certainly gives a whole new definition to 'flexible'.]

Pot, meet kettle?

[ He makes a face at Fuji, but doesn't seem offended. ]

Well, you know what they say about birds of a feather.

[He huffs, amused.] Is this where I tell you that the wings didn't work out so well?

It would be an excellent segue. [ He chuckles. ]

Well, it should hatch soon, if Sugar doesn't end up digesting it halfway through the night. [Meaningful look your way, Sugar. The eevee takes the opportunity to jump down to the table, and proceeds to circle the egg and ditto combo with a wary look, ears twitching and ready to flee at the first sign of a disturbance.]

Nah, he won't. [ Niou watches the Eevee with anticipatory amusement.

Right on cue, the rubbery purple egg grows arms, which wave eerily as it emits a garbled rendition of the classic 'spooky ghost' sound. ]

[It does not disappoint. The fur on its back shoots up like spiny ridges. The Eevee is off the table and down the hall in record time, bristled tail disappearing around the corner.

Fuji laughs, amazed.]

What on earth have you been teaching that thing?

It's very much self-taught. [ Niou holds out a hand to the egg, and the egg grasps it firmly, shaking hands like a businessman. Yes, those hands were a man's hands, sized and shaped realistically for added creep factor. ]

Kinda awesome, right?

It is. [He admits, still more than a little amused.]

And I can see your charm all over it. Has anyone told you that you're a corrupting influence?

Once or twice. [ He glances sideways at Fuji as Ditto withdraws its hands and grows spikes. ]

You think I'm charming, huh?

In that questionable, dubious sort of way. But knowing you, that's probably a compliment.

Of the highest order.

[ The egg's spikes dissolve and it begins to roll across the table, obviously quite in control of its course, as it stops at the edges and rolls along them instead of going over. ]

[He frowns, not quite liking where the egg's rolling, really. On the other hand, he's fairly certain that Niou wouldn't let it come to harm. Then again, one never really knows what's going on when dealing with the other.

He settles for looking over his shoulder.]

I think I've given my little fox creature enough of a head-start by now. [He turns back. A rueful grin.] Enjoy your meal.

[Aaand he starts off down the hallway, his circus troupe in tow.]

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