[Ah. Yes, she has a point about the whole Jacked thing, and he is going to acknowledge that point by running as far away from that topic as he can in the least possible amount of time, which means not addressing it at all. You win, Jade. You win.
The Miltank is getting bored, so he swings his legs down and leans forward from his perch a bit, letting his feet dangle.]
Man, if we could add extra letters in we could be Team Jim-jam Kiddos. Apt and adorable. Or maybe we could make the J's be I's, like weren't they the same letter back in Latin. Team...I Kidded. JKJDD. That sounds dumb.
There's always fudging it and calling it "Jinxed." You know, since you have twins, one a prankster and the other a witch, two knights, and a prince. We're quite a mixed bag.
[She comes over to pat the Miltank and gently guide them to Sirius for herding.]
Though I don't know where that leaves Rose in the equation whenever she comes.
[Dave hesitates, caught in the moment just before jumping down. You think she will? It'd be too babyish to ask, too clear how much he misses his sister, so he just hops down lightly as soon as the way is clear and brushes himself off.]
Well, then we're team Jerked, obviously. Fucking amazing.
Yeah, I think that sums us up very well, Rose would probably like it. She might even be able to relate it back to some repressed psychological trauma we are all experiencing.
[That's not exactly a joke so much as stating a fact.]
Speaking of trauma, are you okay post being menaced by a cow?
Pfft--no! I learned about it when I was working at the diner, you have to have equal parts ice cream and milk. Though considering Pokemon, I wouldn't be surprised if somewhere down the line there was an evolution of Miltank that produced milkshakes as a healing item.
Okay, because if that were how milkshakes worked, I'd have to have one. A Miltank, I mean. Just steal a dogie right off the ranch. I have principles but not that many principles.
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The Miltank is getting bored, so he swings his legs down and leans forward from his perch a bit, letting his feet dangle.]
Man, if we could add extra letters in we could be Team Jim-jam Kiddos. Apt and adorable. Or maybe we could make the J's be I's, like weren't they the same letter back in Latin. Team...I Kidded. JKJDD. That sounds dumb.
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[She comes over to pat the Miltank and gently guide them to Sirius for herding.]
Though I don't know where that leaves Rose in the equation whenever she comes.
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Well, then we're team Jerked, obviously. Fucking amazing.
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[That's not exactly a joke so much as stating a fact.]
Speaking of trauma, are you okay post being menaced by a cow?
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Happens all the time. [Poor Tavros.] Thanks for the rescue, though. Swoon, swoon.
[He feigns stumbling back against the tree trunk with his hand held to his head and fans himself.]
I think you've done given me a case of the vapors, Miss Harley. My hero.
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He lowers his shades a hair.]
...Is that how milkshakes work?
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[Would that be fucked up or what.]
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