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[attr="class","giada i"]that's one way to make an entrance. both giada and the gengar whip around to find abner already flopping onto the couch, face shoved into the pillows.

"you look like hell," she comments. the pitter patters of paws follow the sound of her voice and both skitties join him on the couch, happily curling on either side of him. greedy little monsters, those two.

she takes another sip of wine before abandoning the counter and the glass to drift over. the gengar follows with a snicker and she's raising a finger to her lips to silence it. "anyway, i got you something." it comes out too chipper for him to probably tolerate but oh well, he can deal.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]the skitties are living their best life, soaking up the snuggles while they can. not that they don't get any (they get too much) but squishing themselves into his sides happens to be their favorite past time.

giada leans over the top of the couch to peer down at him, an eyebrow raising as he flops over onto his back. there's an almost fond smile with the care he takes regarding the skitties. and yet, it disappears into pursed lips when he speaks next.

"shut up and open your eyes," her tone is still excited but slightly clipped as if she's growing impatient. the gengar lingers by her shoulder, peering over to stare down at abner with that shiteating grin they're known for.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]okay, the second he sees that gengar and his face lights up with childlike wonder? the fond smile returns and she doesn't bother to hide it. well, okay, maybe she half does but it slips through cracks and shows anyway.

he's rising without warning and pulling her in for a rough kiss. something halfway between a sigh and a laugh is breathed into his lips before he's shifting away to sink his feet into the cushions of her couch. the gengar snickers and wiggles the ear tufts abner grabs.

"it is!" and while her excitement is probably nowhere near his, she's still happily chirping confirmation regardless. his very own gengar after how long of a search? too long. giada's head tilts to watch the two's exchange and at some point, both skitties rise to support their standing forms on the couch as if they want to join in on the moment.

there's a brief moment of hesitation that doesn't fit her and she's moving a hand to pet little peachy skitty before murmuring toward him. "you like it?" she more than likely already has her answer within his reaction but that pesky little bubble of doubt won't pop. maybe it's the lack of indifference that's throwing her for a loop.

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]if she wasn't sure she had a heart before, she's definitely sure now. he manages to tug at all of the strings like a puppet master just by clamoring his way onto the gengar's body. it's a funny sight, really. limbs sticking out at awkward angles and him wrapping himself around like a koala would a tree. cuuute!

whatever doubt had plagued her quickly evaporates as he begins explaining. from start to finish, she's absorbing every word. and maybe for the first time she stays quiet, simply listening to the sound of his voice. it dawns on her that she never even knew the reason why he'd been searching for one for so long until now. and while she simply snagged the cute ghost because she knew it'd make him happy, this is better than she had actually imagined. to think she'd be reuniting him with a pokemon he'd had and lost...

at some point while he's talking, she plops herself onto the top of the couch, legs idly swaying. both skitties crawl up and onto her, one settling onto her lap while the other climbs all the way up to curl around her shoulders. "you've been looking ever since?" that's a long time and she feels a little bit of sympathy. to search and search and never find what you're looking for after it's been stolen from beneath your nose must be painful. funny, coming from her, but the feeling is genuine.

"i know she might not be the same as your first one but," she pauses to smile a little wider, hands wandering to rub circles into a skitty's fur. "she's definitely perfect for you." plus, they're an adorable duo. the way he's inspecting each part of the gengar's body like a vet doing an exam is both amusing and precious. he's like a kid in a candy store good lord her heart.

and then he's turning to her with the essence of a proud father and she can't help but let out a laugh. "i dunno," her eyes drift to the gengar, head tilting with consideration. she flashes a similar smirk when the ghost directs that smile in her direction. "do you have, like, a theme for naming or something?" some people pick random names while others have a method to the selection. she, personally, prefers italian names but to each their own, right?

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]"she's special," she remarks with a smile. special, deserving of a nickname all her own. and while she tries to rack her brain for possible options, caramella curls further into her lap for more pets and snuggles. "so it's only fitting to give her a special name."

another laugh escapes as he hauls his gengar up onto his back. she looks content, as if pleased with being carried. and really, they might be trying to kill her because god, precious. must protect at all costs.

"makes sense," giada muses. "sometimes a nickname will just come to you, right? like caramella! she was a sweetie the moment i plucked her from the litter." sweet like caramel, hence the name but back to the topic. "maybe try out a few and see which one she likes? maul is cute, though, and kinda fitting. she ate lots of sweets earlier, which might've been my fault but it was bonding time, i couldn't say no. anyway, a cute name for a cutie." at some point while chattering away, she's laid both her and the skitties down along the top of the couch. her head turns to watch them further, as if expecting more cuteness from the pair.

"i'm sure you'll pick a good name, even if it's not clicking now."

Abner Armstrong

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[attr="class","giada i"]she told herself she wasn't going to laugh over the name until his gengar shows immediate displeasure over it. a grunt escapes the ghost and she's giggling. "please don't call her big teeth."

the skitties shift to curl on her stomach, tails swishing happily. and whenever they settle, she's quick to move her hands back into their fur. purrs follow like small vibrations but abner speaks over them and she's distracted by more information.

"why in his name?" was he important? or just a guy he knew with a cool ass name for his trevenant? her head tilts for a better look at the gengar. a hum escapes in consideration. "aslie's cute! sounds like a good show. dragons and free folk? hell yeah." realistically, she has no idea what show he's talking about but she's interested anyway. her eyes stray, however, to the abandoned glass of wine on the counter and while she's comfortable, she's also thirsty. the skitties are scooped up into her arms before her body is up and swinging off the couch to retrieve the glass and return.

Abner Armstrong