That's a little bit of a bummer, huh? I guess we both got some trade-offs in this whole thing.
[Neige can still fly, and Cater still has hands. Paws. Whatever. He gives a good natured laugh--and purely out of instinct more than anything else flies up to sit between Cater's massive ears. The swablu need to be a hat is a powerful thing.]
I've heard some people--pokemon?--talk about something called evolution. Maybe if I become a bigger bird sometime, I'll be able to carry you!
[one of Cater's big fluffy brows tilts as he contemplates that, remarking with amusement;]
That'd have to be a pretty big bird, bud.
[he pulls his knees to his chest and crosses his arms over them, resting his head in the palm of one hand]
Besides, what am I gonna do without my favorite hat? It's about as much fashion as I can get, around here.
[ugh, it's too early in the morning to make stupid jokes like that. Cater leans back onto his palms to stretch out his legs, and then starts getting to his feet.]
[Stupid joke or not, Neige can't help but laugh--Cater really always has some kind of quip up his seelve, doesn't he? Oh, he bets that Cater makes Vil laugh all the time! Well, on the inside, maybe.]
Well, in the meantime, I'll happily take on the mantle of fashion statement.
[Not that Neige likely weighs more than, like, basically nothing, but he'll still take to the air again once Cater's at a point where he's really gotta put his arms and legs to work--not wanting to give him any extra burden in the process.]
I wonder what's for breakfast today.
[...]
Do you think that it's inappropriate for me to eat eggs, now?
Couple of my schoolmates might think you're cooler for it,
[Leona'd probably have some cool carnivore line about it. he can't imagine that guy hanging out with a bunch of cute critters, though. not because it's impossible, but because it kinda makes him miss school again to go imagining that kind of stuff...
man, he never knows what to do with his hands like this. no phone, no pockets, nothin'. for now he kind of... awkwardly crosses them.]
Come to think of it, do they have, like, chickens, here?
Now that you mention it...I'm not sure that I've really seen any regular animals...
[Do they even exist in this world? Would...would any meat or even certain plant-based dishes come directly from their Pokemon counterparts? Oh...Neige's not sure how he feels about it. At least not while actively being one.]
That's a little disquieting...maybe certain questions are better left unanswered.
[he's not ready to be looked at like a piece of meat in that way... and how could he look at another pokemon again if he ate wooloo diablo?
...well, maybe he still could, but it'd be a little fucked up.
as they approach the wall of vines, though ,Cater starts to stretch his arms out and take longer strides, even stretching out his hamstrings as they go.]
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Date: 2026-03-08 09:47 am (UTC)Maaan, I used to be able to fly, too...
[he laments, rolling on to his back and giving a pitiful, overacted sigh.]
You know I'd love to, man.
Not gonna get any closer the longer I lay here, anyway.
[he looks back over his shoulder at Neige with a smile, but then finally sits up to yawn and stretch.]
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Date: 2026-03-20 05:45 am (UTC)[Neige can still fly, and Cater still has hands. Paws. Whatever. He gives a good natured laugh--and purely out of instinct more than anything else flies up to sit between Cater's massive ears. The swablu need to be a hat is a powerful thing.]
I've heard some people--pokemon?--talk about something called evolution. Maybe if I become a bigger bird sometime, I'll be able to carry you!
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Date: 2026-03-20 06:17 am (UTC)That'd have to be a pretty big bird, bud.
[he pulls his knees to his chest and crosses his arms over them, resting his head in the palm of one hand]
Besides, what am I gonna do without my favorite hat? It's about as much fashion as I can get, around here.
[ugh, it's too early in the morning to make stupid jokes like that. Cater leans back onto his palms to stretch out his legs, and then starts getting to his feet.]
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Date: 2026-03-20 06:30 am (UTC)Well, in the meantime, I'll happily take on the mantle of fashion statement.
[Not that Neige likely weighs more than, like, basically nothing, but he'll still take to the air again once Cater's at a point where he's really gotta put his arms and legs to work--not wanting to give him any extra burden in the process.]
I wonder what's for breakfast today.
[...]
Do you think that it's inappropriate for me to eat eggs, now?
[Maybe he has some attempts at jokes, too.]
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Date: 2026-03-20 06:39 am (UTC)Couple of my schoolmates might think you're cooler for it,
[Leona'd probably have some cool carnivore line about it. he can't imagine that guy hanging out with a bunch of cute critters, though. not because it's impossible, but because it kinda makes him miss school again to go imagining that kind of stuff...
man, he never knows what to do with his hands like this. no phone, no pockets, nothin'. for now he kind of... awkwardly crosses them.]
Come to think of it, do they have, like, chickens, here?
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Date: 2026-04-17 06:01 am (UTC)[Do they even exist in this world? Would...would any meat or even certain plant-based dishes come directly from their Pokemon counterparts? Oh...Neige's not sure how he feels about it. At least not while actively being one.]
That's a little disquieting...maybe certain questions are better left unanswered.
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Date: 2026-04-17 07:10 am (UTC)[he's not ready to be looked at like a piece of meat in that way... and how could he look at another pokemon again if he ate wooloo diablo?
...well, maybe he still could, but it'd be a little fucked up.
as they approach the wall of vines, though ,Cater starts to stretch his arms out and take longer strides, even stretching out his hamstrings as they go.]
Time for mad hops, I guess.
Out of school, but I still can't escape P.E....