"Morally obligated, hm?"

Gavin's grin is wicked, sharp. He leans across the table.

"So if I told you I was a masochist, you'd have to tell me something about yourself?"

It was too easy to poke fun at Chu-e.

Chu-e can't help but curl his lips up.

"I don't really want to know what gets your dick hard, dude." A sigh. "But I guess. If you wanna know what Leon Vercetti does to my asshole in our spare time...."

Gavin manages to keep a straight face for a couple more seconds before he dissolves into laughter, bracing himself against the table as his shoulders shake with it.

"Fuck, you win. I've seen the man's dick, I don't need the visuals."

He continues to snicker as he reaches for another pokeball. Miltank.

"Oh, this one's interesting," he hums. "Something off about its milk, look..."

He releases the shadow Pokemon.

"Pass me a vial I can fill up."

His own grin curls at the corner of his lips. He calls Sparklefur back for now; they can test her more later.

"Wait, when did you see his dick?"

He hands over the vial as offered, assessing the Miltank. Not too much from looks.

"Oh shit, I'm excited to see you milk this bitch. Holy shit."

Gavin laughs, sharp.

"Don't worry, I didn't fuck him or anything. Was just in the baths."

Gavin takes the offered vial and crouches down next to the Miltank, letting out a soft snort at Chu-e's comment.

"Dude, gross."

Milk comes out in thin streams as if something in the cow's anatomy is making it difficult for the stream to pass through. Gavin's assumption is that much of the black crystals are on the inside. Small shards accent her hide, but not to the degree of his other shadows.

There's a greyish tinge to the liquid. Gavin sets it on the table.

"Look at that. Fascinating, hm?"

"It would be really fucking awkward if I was wiener cousins with you, Gav."

Hopefully, after this, the subject of Cillian Quinn sleeping with Leon Vercetti would be dropped. Even if it hadn't happened, Chu-e was quite the jealous little shit.

Instead he watched Gavin milk the Miltank, quietly judging his technique. Chu-e hadn't milked a cow since he was a kid, but man, he had done it every day since he could walk until he ran off. That had to count for something.

Idly, he picks up the vial and swirls it around. It looks like the world's worst milkshake, thick from being fresh and the terrible color. Curious, he lifts it up and sniffs it, recoiling some. Yup, smelled like fresh milk.

"How often you milk her? This stinks."

"Tell me about it."

Thankfully for both of them, Gavin leaves it there.

His attention shifts in full to the corrupted Miltank and the greyish liquid that swirls in the glass.

"Not often enough, apparently."

He chuckles at the look on Chu-e Choi's face.

"I've yet to get one of my Pokemon to drink it. Wonder what would happen."

He's already pulling out a pokeball. It belongs to the poor Lucario that hates him; no doubt it would dislike him even more after this little stunt.

Chu-e ponders on the milk and thinks back to his childhood.

"You have to milk them every day or their tits will swell up and get sore." Plus, if she was having some weird issues, that would make it worse on her.

This time it's a complete accident. With the rock, he had just licked it to be silly and try to make Cillian Quinn laugh. Even then, Chu-e could tell the other needed it. The milk is more a lapse in memory than anything. He's busy thinking about the old cow back in Sinnoh, vaguely watching Gavin grasp for a pokeball for this experiment. His mind is empty.

You ever do that thing where you pick up the wrong drink by accident? He does that, because now he's thinking about the water he left back on his desk and how nice a drink would be.

Chu-e gets a big sip and only after the taste has hit his mouth does he realize what he's doing.

"Every day?" That seemed excessive to Gavin, and, "What am I going to do with all that milk?"

He's halfway to adding, 'It's not like I can drink it' when Chu-e Choi reaches for the glass. It's like watching a tragedy in slow motion, Gavin's expression contorting with horror as he realises belatedly what's about to happen.

"Chu-e, don't—!"

But it's too late.

Gavin covers his mouth with his hands, horrified. There's no amusement like there had been with the rock. He's just scared.

Lucario, on the other hand, shows no adverse effects from drinking the milk except to glare at Gavin with a mixture of resentment and disgust.

It's a shame that Chu-e can't answer Cillian Quinn about the Miltank being milked. They did need milked every day. Might even help the pissy mood of the mow if she wasn't in constant pain from her tits being swollen.

All Chu-e can focus on is the rancid taste of milk in his mouth.

Chu-e hates milk.

And not just because it makes his stomach start rumbling louder than an angry Exploud.

It just tastes bad! The Shadow Milk isn't any different. Other than a mildly smoky flavor, it tastes like normal milk. Chu-e just thinks that normal milk tastes like shit on a good day.

He wipes the splattered milk from his spilled vial off his face and hands, scowling.

"Gavin."

A sigh.

"How the fuck do I always end up doing this stupid shit?"

Otherwise there aren't any adverse effects.

Yet.

The toilet down the hall will wish it was never born in approximately five minutes.

He doesn't know how to respond.

It's made clear by the way he opens and closes his mouth a few times, soundless, a pained expression on his face. He lowers his hands with a grimace.

"I don't know, man. Fuck."

There's milk all over everything now. Gross.

"How... do you feel OK?"

As if to answer Cillian Quinn's question, Chu-e's stomach gives an ominous rumble.

"I give myself four minutes before I shit my pants."

That, sadly, was normal with his milk experience.

"I need to stop coming to these labs. Something stupid, tragic, or traumatic happens, like, every time. Why haven't I learned anything?"

Another gurgle, louder. He places his hand over his stomach and gives a sigh.

"Man, you keep.. doing science things with these dudes. If I don't text you thirty, don't come looking for me."

His stomach was, as some might say, throwing gang signs. Like, maybe it was the shadow milk. Usually when he had dairy, it didn't get this angry.

With that, Chu-e swept out of the room. He wouldn't have a repeat of FERNANDO SILPH's gym.