i guess this lives here instead

[trypanophobic]

Who: Killua, Blue, Gon
Where: Babyhouse (the apartment of said 3 people)
When: After Helisium
Format: [brackets]
Open/Closed closed
Summary: Killua comes home drunk as fuck from his attempt to decompress at the festival—but there's a reason why Killua isn't much for letting loose and living in the moment...

[Killua comes home pretty late. it's not really on purpose—a lot happened, and Killua found he was having so much fun, he wanted to maintain the way he was feeling... you know, from snatching drinks off trays. or straight up off bar counters, when he got to feeling a little too ballsy. eventually, he of course was caught, but not quite met with consequence. too slippery. and he'd hung out with some other folks—girls he already knew, and now felt a little closer to. and it was fun! it was fucking fun, and simple, and fine.

and now he's back here. the god forsaken den of tension. it's like all of Killua's patience for this situation has been drowned as much as his sobriety. but of course, he isn't totally bent out of shape—it seems like his evening has more or less had the desired effect on his mood, displayed by his clumsy entrance, followed by a boisterous laugh as he hangs off the door handle. he's not going to let the tension get to him—he won't bend any longer! enough is enough. he's decided this.]

Oops! Haha! Wow.

[his laughter clears up with a sigh as Killua closes the door, a little loudly. oops. it's still amusing to him how compromised his motor skills are; he'd thought he'd adjust by now. Killua's always poisoned himself on purpose, but the effects weren't usually so novel.]

Watch it.

[indeed, this is said to the door as Killua regains a straight posture—but it's sort of abnormally so, like he's overcompensating.]

Comments

[blueser]

Oh.

We dunno who the mom is.... [Blue taps a finger to his lower lip.] For some reason, Golisopod is being really sneaky about it...

I wonder if it’s a Pokémon whose trainer Guzma doesn’t like... Maybe like a forbidden romance!

[Blue gushes this suggestion mischievously, and a little charmed at the idea. He’s.... a romantic, okay.]

[trypanophobic]

Do Pokémon even feel things like that, [Killua says flatly, barely making it sound like a question.]

[blueser]

Of course they do!! [Blue sharply barks back, like a reprimand, and turns his nose up.] You really don't give them enough credit, they're smarter than people, sometimes!

Anyway, it seems that there may be more eggs around. If you see any eggs about this big, [Blue motions- the size of a football] beige with green splotches on it, lemme know, okay? I don't want them getting picked up by people who dunno what they are...

[trypanophobic]

Sheesh, whatever, [Killua mumbles, then yawns, scratching at his waist under his shirt.] If I see any, wouldn't it just make more sense to bring them over here where you can...do whatever you're doing with them?

[blueser]

It's not my Pokémon's child. All of my Pokémon are male.

[Blue says like it's the most obvious thing. Sheesh, Killua!!] ...I wonder who it is, though.... I don't know everyone's Pokémon so well, so I don't know who has a female Pokémon that would be compatible with Golisopod. Another bug.... or a crustacean Water-type...

None come to mind..... Hmm. [Blue sinks his chin into his hand, and munches on some berries.] Even Pokémon want to start a family sometimes, I guess.

[trypanophobic]

Wait, what the hell? They can cross-breed? It doesn't have to be another of whatever that thing is?

[Killua's expression goes flat with a little scoff.]

It's probably something less romantic than that, Blue...

[biological imperatives...]

[blueser]

Huh? Of course they can--

Hmm... [Blue squints, rubs his chin, and tries to decide how to explain this... He pulls his Pokédex and fiddles around, eventually producing for Killua a photo of an ancient-looking stone carving.]

Scientists believe all non-legendary Pokémon have a common ancient ancestor! It was called 'Mew'... It might be extinct now, but we don't really know.

[He pockets his dex again.] And, since they all have a common ancestor, there's some commonality in genetics between a lot of Pokémon... Recent research has been done to sort them into breeding groups as the understanding of Pokémon compatibility and breeding grows. There's a student of my gramps, Professor Elm, in Johto- that's specialized area of study.

...Are you okay? You look like you're about to pass out again. [Maybe this is all a little much for hungover, late-morning Killua to grasp...]

[trypanophobic]

[Killua....grasps at least half of it. it's not complicated, just uninteresting. he gets the gist, nodding. when Blue asks how he's doing, he's rubbing his eyes.]

I mean... I'm sleepy, still, I guess. But I'm gonna give it another thirty minutes...

[normally, Killua likes to get his training out early, but..... not today...]

[blueser]

Sheesh.... Well, [Blue gets up and takes Killua's glass to the sink to refill it] Do you need anything else? Do you think you might be sick? I can stay around until Gon gets back, if you need......

[These naggy, caring instincts came easily to Blue, ingrained in him by those of his sister. He fusses about a little more, wondering what would be good for this kind of illness... Dammit, he doesn't want to ask one of the adults. They'll just be annoying and nosy about it!]

[He tries to remember what Archie did, when he woke up, other than the trashcan and water... Tea? Maybe tea. He reaches up into the cupboard for the kettle.]