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centralfictionWHO: Ragna, Two Pokemon, and You
WHERE: the network
WHEN: mid-december
WHAT: gacha gave him pokemon
WARNINGS: Ragna’s mouth
[So, you’re going about your day. Doing your Christmas Shopping or your working or your studying whatever it is you do on a day ending in y.
And there’s a new video feed on Libra. It is entirely pink. You hear something from the other end, a curious sounding Bliss…? Followed by some really loud, if muffled, meowing like someone closed the door right in front of a cat and they wanna be let in.
The feed zooms out slightly. There is a face. A very happy face! Of a Pokemon. A Blissey.
Which is probably the last thing one would expect from this rarely cropping up username. She seems to give a little wave and in the background there is, in fact, the curly tail of a Purugly yearning outside of a closed door.
The door does eventually open to one fresh showered but thankfully still clothed Ragna with his normally spiky hair resting flat, new white cropped dog ears with a tail, and a towel over his shoulders, none the wiser that he’s visible.
… For like two seconds before he sees the Pokemon and promptly panics.]
H-Hey! What are you doing with that?! Is… is it on?! Oh FUCK.
[And he rushes, covering his stupid ears and half tripping over the Purugly, to turn the thing off. The Blissey who is just happy to see him attempts to offer him an egg in this trying time to bring a smile to him!]
No, I don’t want an e–! [And the feed cuts out. RIP Ragna, dead by egg.
Actually like 20 minutes later he comes back on text:]
This cat and whatever the fuck the pink one is came out of these red and white ball things and now they won't leave me alone why don’t they leave????
WHERE: the network
WHEN: mid-december
WHAT: gacha gave him pokemon
WARNINGS: Ragna’s mouth
[So, you’re going about your day. Doing your Christmas Shopping or your working or your studying whatever it is you do on a day ending in y.
And there’s a new video feed on Libra. It is entirely pink. You hear something from the other end, a curious sounding Bliss…? Followed by some really loud, if muffled, meowing like someone closed the door right in front of a cat and they wanna be let in.
The feed zooms out slightly. There is a face. A very happy face! Of a Pokemon. A Blissey.
Which is probably the last thing one would expect from this rarely cropping up username. She seems to give a little wave and in the background there is, in fact, the curly tail of a Purugly yearning outside of a closed door.
The door does eventually open to one fresh showered but thankfully still clothed Ragna with his normally spiky hair resting flat, new white cropped dog ears with a tail, and a towel over his shoulders, none the wiser that he’s visible.
… For like two seconds before he sees the Pokemon and promptly panics.]
H-Hey! What are you doing with that?! Is… is it on?! Oh FUCK.
[And he rushes, covering his stupid ears and half tripping over the Purugly, to turn the thing off. The Blissey who is just happy to see him attempts to offer him an egg in this trying time to bring a smile to him!]
No, I don’t want an e–! [And the feed cuts out. RIP Ragna, dead by egg.
Actually like 20 minutes later he comes back on text:]
This cat and whatever the fuck the pink one is came out of these red and white ball things and now they won't leave me alone why don’t they leave????
