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[There's a bright little bird...lizard thing minding its own business on a branch, cleaning its feathers and looking around with puzzled curiosity. The owner of the PokéGear sets it standing in the fork of the tree and then starts to creep up the branch with hands and knees, trying to keep his breath quiet. He's a kid, small, small enough for the branch to hold his weight, but it dips and the Archen notices him. As one, they freeze, and then both leap at once, the Archen away and the boy towards it, in a crush of squawking and leaves and confusion.

The PokéGear falls, too, thudding to the grass amid the cries of Pokémon, and it's hard to tell what's happened for a minute until a Gallade comes to pick it up. He's balancing a four-year-old blond boy on his hip while a Togetic hovers in dismay, everyone dusty from the fall, but the kid squirms in the Gallade's hold and beams without smiling from behind his very familiar shades. Proud and apparently unhurt, Dave holds up a PokéBall towards the 'Gear.]

I caughted it.

[Wart the Gallade turns the camera to his own desperate, exasperated, bewildered face.]

Help me.

((Kiddo Dave replies will come from knightoftimeout!))

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[Karkat suspects nothing. It is the perfect crime. Also, not really, but he's damn well going to try, as seen by how he... uhhhh, fuck. Should he try a human piggyback or wait no, fuck that, Wart could lift Dave, so obviously a hardened warrior such as himself will have no trouble at all.

He bends to pick Dave up and oh dear god what does this child eat. He's stubbornly going to keep at it but wow, maybe he should have thought this through first.

Momentarily(?), Karkat emerges triumphant(?) with a small child held more or less securely in his arms, in sort of maybe good range to see the menu. He chances a few steps closer, adjusts his hold on Dave, and takes a peek at what's available himself.]

So. What do you want?

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[knightoftimeout]

[Karkat, you fool, Wart is a Psychic/Fighting-type. Of course he can handle the weight of a human child, his slender anime limbs are a lie.

Either way, Dave is thrilled with this turn of events. His mouth is turned up in a genuine little smile, all :>>>>. He'd probably be squirming happily if that wouldn't make Karkat's life far more difficult than it has to be.

He scans the offerings with bright interest, then points.]

Cheeseburger Kid's Meal. [For breakfast, Dave? Apparently. But he's still looking, and he takes a tiny breath in and risks looking down at Karkat. A little more shyly, he points at something else.] And, and French toast sticks?

[Or 'Kalosian' toast sticks, but you know, he can't read.]

We can share.