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nostabbing) wrote2014-02-23 03:07 pm
nostabbing) wrote2014-02-23 03:07 pm
Entry tags:
- all the thieves in the club say yeah,
- awesome parenting 101,
- bored bored bored bored bored,
- death by fuzzy cute,
- failing at social conformity forever,
- flee for your lives,
- help is this character development,
- learning to like stuff,
- lieutenant commander of the eevee horde,
- no-context theater,
- normalcy for dummies,
- parker what the hell even,
- pokemon trainer or pokemon train her,
- shenanigans forever,
- surely this cannot possibly end badly,
- there's something wrong with her,
- this seems totally legit,
- what is even happening right now,
- who let her have that thing,
- ▶ goldenrod city
012 | Goldenrod City | Video / Action;
Okay, little hup-hup, you ready?
[Thus speaksParker Alice, who is currently out on the tennis court in the backyard of the Dangan House, as she carries an Eevee over to a marked-off section at one end of the court, just in front of the serving line. With a deliberate point of her hand, the Eevee sits, seemingly obedient, and watches her eagerly as she retreats to the other side of the court and reaches into a waiting cooler.
A second later, her hands reemerge holding a delicious-looking sandwich, which she places on a paper plate and sets down near her feet, lightly slapping her knees as she proceeds to start calling for it.]
Okay. Come on! C'mere! Come get the sandwich! Look, it's a delicious sandwich! Mmm-mmmm, does that look good or what?
[The Eevee, predictably, just kind of looks at her.]
...I said come on. Look, it's a sandwich. You like sandwiches, right? Come on! Sandwich! Get over here!
[The Eevee doesn't move.]
Okay, you know what? Fine. Whatever.
[In a huff,Parker Alice folds her arms and turns her back on the waiting Eevee. But the instant after she does so, something unusual happens — all at once the Eevee springs into action, darting across the tennis court at a somewhat slower speed than is usual for the Horde, taking its time so it doesn't have to use its tiny nails to keep traction as it goes.
When it reaches the net dividing the court, it pauses, tail twitching in anticipation as it gathers its feet beneath it and makes a mighty leap, just barely managing to clear it in a single bound, and with a relatively silent landing that makes it freeze for a second before continuing on, as if waiting to see if the human in its midst has noticed.
Now on the opposite side of the court, the Eevee promptly flattens out, making its approach toward the waiting sandwich by determinedly scootching along on its stomach in a commando crawl to circumvent the problem of the nails entirely.
But then, as it draws close,Parker Alice seems to be alerted by something, and whirls around in what can only be described as an accusatory fashion —
...and by the time she has, the Eevee has flipped itself over onto its back and curled into a painfully adorable mass of fur and belly, its little feet suspended in the air as it wriggles and chirps happily (and seemingly innocently) at her.]
...Awwwww.
[Apparently appeased,Parker Alice turns around again, and as soon as she does the Eevee is back in action, scootching urgently toward the sandwich and grabbing the paper plate in its teeth before sitting up and exploding into a flurry of yips and barks.
At which point, smiling proudly,Parker Alice clicks the timer button on the stopwatch she's been holding and reaches down to scoop up the Eevee for some much deserved-snuggles.]
Good boy! Twenty-six point two seconds!
[Yip yip yip yip, goes the triumphant Eevee, as she sets him down and feeds him a bit of the sandwich before replacing it back in the cooler and clicking the stopwatch timer to clear it.]
Okay, who's next?
[And with that, she walks out of camera view, apparently to go fetch the next candidate for the Super Stealth Sandwich Training Run.]
[Thus speaks
A second later, her hands reemerge holding a delicious-looking sandwich, which she places on a paper plate and sets down near her feet, lightly slapping her knees as she proceeds to start calling for it.]
Okay. Come on! C'mere! Come get the sandwich! Look, it's a delicious sandwich! Mmm-mmmm, does that look good or what?
[The Eevee, predictably, just kind of looks at her.]
...I said come on. Look, it's a sandwich. You like sandwiches, right? Come on! Sandwich! Get over here!
[The Eevee doesn't move.]
Okay, you know what? Fine. Whatever.
[In a huff,
When it reaches the net dividing the court, it pauses, tail twitching in anticipation as it gathers its feet beneath it and makes a mighty leap, just barely managing to clear it in a single bound, and with a relatively silent landing that makes it freeze for a second before continuing on, as if waiting to see if the human in its midst has noticed.
Now on the opposite side of the court, the Eevee promptly flattens out, making its approach toward the waiting sandwich by determinedly scootching along on its stomach in a commando crawl to circumvent the problem of the nails entirely.
But then, as it draws close,
...and by the time she has, the Eevee has flipped itself over onto its back and curled into a painfully adorable mass of fur and belly, its little feet suspended in the air as it wriggles and chirps happily (and seemingly innocently) at her.]
...Awwwww.
[Apparently appeased,
At which point, smiling proudly,
Good boy! Twenty-six point two seconds!
[Yip yip yip yip, goes the triumphant Eevee, as she sets him down and feeds him a bit of the sandwich before replacing it back in the cooler and clicking the stopwatch timer to clear it.]
Okay, who's next?
[And with that, she walks out of camera view, apparently to go fetch the next candidate for the Super Stealth Sandwich Training Run.]
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