thud. thud. thud.[break][break]

“oh.” nagi stops as he turns the corner into his garden plot. stares a little. “... what long arms you have.”[break][break]

the mienfoo turns just long enough to give nagi a withering stare, before returning to its self-assigned task of thudding its fists against the bark of the tree. watering can hanging loosely from his grip, nagi debates the merits and demerits of just letting the mienfoo have the berries, if it wanted it so much —[break][break]

and happiny goes on the warpath.[break][break]

high-pitch squeaking dopplering (horrifying, he will hear this in his nightmares) as she charges by nagi, leaving a trail of dust in her wake, she catapults herself into the mienfoo’s back. the momentum of her run-up launches her into a POUND that knocks the mienfoo away from the tree, sending it staggering. before it can find its footing, she pulls her egg from her pouch and hurls it at the mienfoo — a projectile PRESENT.[break][break]

the smooth, sturdy, egg-shaped rock — with a pair of oblong spectacles that happiny had made nagi scribble on with a permanent marker — sails through the air, and thuds once, loud and resonant against the mienfoo’s head. nagi winces. the mienfoo goes down.[break][break]

happiny stands over its prone body. small. pink. triumphant.[break][break]

“brutal,” nagi says. happiny glows in the praise.[break][break]

he bends over and tosses a pokeball over the mienfoo — and makes a mental note to treat it with a berry or two to hopefully soothe its wounded pride when it wakes.

[break][break]

[attr="class","ooc"] @ garden[break]catching the mienfoo! [break]


[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-happiny"]

“you can take it.”[break][break]

he picks the berry out of the tree. juice wells out of the overripe, bruised skin; with sap-sticky fingers, nagi drops it gently in the smear of berry-mush by the heliolisk’s feet. [break][break]

above them, branches laden heavy with fruit — half rotting on the vine, half picked clean by passing flocks of pidgeys — cast a coruscating canvas of shadows over the overgrown grass. it tickles at his ankles, at the bare slip of skin between his slacks and his socks.[break][break]

“you’ll put it to better use than me.”[break][break]

nagi sits down in the grass, weeds up to his elbows, and watches the heliolisk eat. the wind in his hair; the early-summer sun searing the nape of his neck.
[break][break]

still here.

[attr="class","ooc"] @charname [break]


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