Masculine
Thirty One
November 13
Cinnabar Island
heterosexual
Kantonian Ambassador
Ex-Head Ranger
you gotta use what you've learned in order to receive what you've earned
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Sénon Game
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POSTED ON Apr 2, 2022 19:28:47 GMT
". . . ." He stifled down how much he was looking forward to laying down in his own bed with whole family live and in living color, all in one place.
It would be the first of many until one day the girls went out on their own to start their own lives and find their own futures.
One day he would watch them walk away, maybe from this very cabin and do so with such pride in their growth.
For now, he was more than happy to watch them mindlessly nurse and wriggle with a newborn's incompetence.
The moment they started walking he would never get them back.
Before he could layup with his ladybird and their hatchlings, he needed to secure some food.
Cait would hear the kitchen clattering of Sénon working his culinary alchemy. Frying, sizzling, unwrapping, clanging, scraping, washing and giving a casual compliment or two to the alolan grimer that handled their disposal.
When it was quiet again he returned with a towel over his shoulder and a plate in his hand.
Egg-Salad Sandwiches had become a house staple in the last year; enough protein for him, enough lack of 'farming pokémon for their meat' for her.
While she nursed Enca, he cradled Primrose leaving Cait a free hand to indulge in her appetite. "I made eight half sandwiches, you need to eat at least three." Sitting on the bed he put the plate on a nearby dresser after Cait grabbed one-half for herself and he himself ate two-halves.
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