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POSTED ON Jun 5, 2022 16:08:11 GMT

At the snap of Cait's fingers Sénon was willed into the tractor beams his fiance called eyes.

Even in the cross-hairs of those triangulated iris' he maintained Gameface.

That was until a gentle knocking befell the cabin door.

It should have struck Sénon as unprecedented; they didn't get any unexpected visitors. The pokémon largely wouldn't allow for it.

Instead his long deliberate swallowing of the mouthful on his tongue exposed his deliberate hiding of something. He was like a dog trying to bury his bone in secret.

He blurted out, "I'll get it." rolling off the bed after handing Enca to Drowzee making way to the door at a brisk pace.

Opening the door there were murmurs of words spoken to the man of the house, "Is she here? Are we too late?" to which he promptly responded. "Noo... no. We- we don't, we don't want any." to which he followed up curtly at the furrowed eyebrows staring him down, "Go away." then he tried to close the door.

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In the short silence that followed there was the distinct sound of a landed blow and a muffled groan of pain from Sénon, as if he was holding his face.

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POSTED ON Nov 3, 2022 5:50:43 GMT

cait startled and hypno stiffened, the connected pair sharing a glance. the young mother found herself holding both of the twins in each arm, watching as the psychic-type rose to quickly investigate the source of the commotion. hypno would stare blankly at the sight of her felled master, mild bemusement twisting at her usually stoic features.

- master, are you well? -

her pinprick gaze shifted toward what was likely the parents of the young master. the pokemon cocked her head to the side, taking in their appearance before mentally easing her mistress's fears.

- family, my lady. it's only family. it appears to be the master's parents. they have an odd way of greeting their child, it seems. -

"senon? are you okay?"

cait calls from the other room.

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POSTED ON Nov 24, 2022 7:55:48 GMT

As many times as he'd been punched in the face, he'd never once had his nose broken.

In actuality it something he worried about a lot. Structurally, a nose could only be busted up so many times until it just became a mush of cartilage.

The fact that she had his nasals leaking blood was a bad sign. He waved off Hypno coming to his aide in formality or perhaps on Cait's orders. With his fingers he wiggled the bridge and tip of his nose to find it wasn't sensitive to touch. Good sign. It wasn't broken.

He stepped into the view of the open doorway so Cait could see him, he was smiling at her.

His nose was running with blood but it didn't seem to be anything he needed to focus on just now as he took in the sight of her. "The girls' grandmother is here." Looking at her right now was like seeing her for the first time all over again.

"The paternal one." He clarified before a pair of hands appeared pushing him from the doorway and waltzing her way into the room.

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Her features were sharp like Sénon's, the crimson mane Cait found so alluring in her mate was clearly inherited (at least in its volume and sheen) from his mother. Yet, the color was different.

Aside from genes what did the mother and son have in common? What could be expected of the woman who regraded her own child with such a stern greeting that it drew blood.

The hawked stare the new-mother had seen in Sénon time and again also seemed to be inherited from his mother.

For but a moment she bore down on Cait with that stare. "Ahhwwww." Then it all melted away as cold scanning gave way to warm concern. "Sweet girl." She sat on the edge of the bed near Cait ignoring any territorial displays by cabin's pokemon.

From her lab coat she pulled a handheld spray, applying it her hands to sterilize them she put a hand to the younger woman's forehead to check her temperature.

"How do you feel little love?" Before Cait could answer, Sénon went about his natural protocol of pestering his mother. "Is that lab coat clean?" He deadpanned, causing a wrinkle to form on his mother's forehead.

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POSTED ON Dec 8, 2022 2:42:17 GMT

she stared at the woman with awe, taking in her dark skin and her bright eyes. her mind compared mother and son, noting the hair - the melanin present within their skin - their features. it was almost like the genetics skipped and favored one parent over the other.

'oh.'

cait looked down at her own children, wondering if senon's lineage was at fault for the obvious disparity in appearance.

'that... tracks,' she acknowledged.

at least there was a possible answer to that question.

"i'm fine," she said. "a little tired. but that's to be expected."

hypno moved to attend to her master, retrieving a cloth and insisting on cleaning senon's face despite his protests. a smile tugged at the corners of the avatar's lips, primose's suckling becoming less intent as the babe became full.

"it's nice to finally meet you."

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POSTED ON Dec 13, 2022 2:20:28 GMT

"Nice?" The older woman's eyes softened as she broke the platitudes, genuine as they were. Her gaze panned down to the child suckling, causing her voice to soften as her eyes had. "I find it to be... hauntingly relieving."

"Seriously, there are human babies in here; not your crusty fossil hatchlings."

The quip about the potential germs on her lab coat left the good doctor in a state of suppressed fury. She refused to give his undomesticated ass the satisfaction. "The only dirty thing I ever let out of my lab was you."

Its true; in her youth she was better at hypothesis than hugging and socially, Senon might have suffered under the results of theory and bloodwork coming before family and bloodline.

Case in point. "Stop, I'm sure your lab was dirty long before I crawled out of it." He even pronounced 'lab' in an off-pitch. Raunchy.

Gritting her teeth for half a moment, she ultimately exhaled and remembered she was heading into the last calendar year she had before she turned 50.

She let Sénon's last jab be the last one thrown; maturity demanded it.

"We've heard all about you Cait. I'm Sénon's mother. Jinki'kimimialani." It was her way of being ceremonious, to use her full alolan name as she did. "'Jinki' is fine, if "Mum" is too intense."

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