[It's pretty clean, just an egg opening with a pokemon inside it. The Popplio stumbles out of the broken shell, looks up at Connor, and makes a "borf?" sound.
Which means Connor is immediately in love with it. He carefully picks it up, as the other Popplio breaks free of its egg and borfs at Hank. Oh no, they're adorable. Connor looks at Hank, as though trying to figure out how to convey how he feels about what's happening here. He's obviously delighted, though.]
[It does sound like a seal. Hank reaches down and picks up the thing in both hands. That's an adorable little 'borf' noise. And Tubbs shows up and decides that they both need immediate licking.]
...Is this your first time holding a baby anything?
I'm probably going to wait until they all hatch. That way I can figure it out better.
[He looks at the tiny pokemon in his hands and lets Tubbs give it all the attention he wants. The sealmabob seems to like it.]
Now you got a little idea of what it feels like.
[How Hank might have felt when he held Cole for the first time. This is dim in comparison, but as close as he can ever get to describing it to a one-time android. How good it was to hold something that small and know he could help it become a great thing. Or just... fucking dote on it. Whichever came first.]
[He cradles the baby pokemon in his arms, rocking it even though he’s not sure why that’s his first instinct.]
Do you think it’s hungry? It hasn’t eaten.
[Could he just feed it a poffin? He looks around, forgetting where he left them for a moment before remembering and carefully getting to his feet. He sits on the edge of the bed and lets the Popplio nibble on the treat, a smile on his face.]
[Hank lays his hand flat and gestures for the Growlithe to lay, before putting the Popplio on it like it's a warm bed. Then he goes to get a few poffins for both it and Tubbs, letting them both have a couple.]
[He looks over at Connor, who looks absolutely endeared with what he's staring at. It's nice to see him so enthused. So different from how he was on cases, too. Again, his heart pangs enough to make him grunt, and he lightly thumps his chest and clears his throat, not sure what to do with that odd little feeling.]
I guess I oughta write down all this little turd's information. [He scratches his Popplio on top of the head, turning his attention away from Connor. It borfs happily, just as glad for its new person as Tubbs. If there's anything good about this place, it's getting that look.]
[At least, he assumes it will. Hank is supposed to breed these guys, right? When he's done feeding the Popplio he sets her down on the bed, where she starts playing with Charlotte. Connor watches fondly, then slides down to sit next to Hank with his Gear.]
Mine is a girl. Apparently that's quite uncommon.
[But if Hank's is a boy, it means they can breed in the future.]
I am in a place in my life where I have to sex Pokemon. Jesus Christ.
[He checks, though, and confirms.] Yup. That's a bouncing baby boy. [And when he's done checking some basic info, he puts away his gear.]
I'll probably wait to even try it until we're in a more stationary place to do it. At least somewhere where we'll be for at least a month. [And he bites down on his tongue to keep from saying, 'Or I'll just be a fucking janitor forever.' Because Connor's really happy, and he doesn't want to shit on that.] Wouldn't want to be traveling around while I try the first time.
[Tubbs is really happy, too, so he just reaches over and scruffles his ears as he tips noses with the new tiny that's still sitting on him. He'd read Growlithes were protective, but mostly has seen it through his affection.]
It's just a thought. [Hank says, booping the Popplio's nose until it tries to bite his finger. Not a real bite, a play bite. But still pleasantly and playfully agitated. ]
[Hank finally gets up onto the bed and sits at the edge of it, and turns his now riled up Popplio loose to go bug the other one. ] Okay, you two, don't get the bed wet. We need to sleep there.
[The two Popplio start playing, with Connor's one not quite as riled up as Hank's but still up for a game. Connor just watches them with a small smile, then looks to the other eggs.]
We're going to have a handful soon.
[They're going to have lots of puppies, and... a random crying ghost pokemon. Because Connor felt kind of bad for it.]
Anything young is a handful. [Hank helps out Connor's Popplio by reaching over and tapping his until it can't decide whether to go after her or go after his hand again. ] Still don't know if you're ticklish. [He wonders aloud, reminded. And he's not going to try to find out unless he can hold Connor's wrists to keep from getting decked. ] You should probably figure that out one day.
[So he doesn't find out by surprise and find the one way to murder someone in Pokemon land. ]
When Sumo was little he would chew up Cole's toys every once in a while. And Cole would get upset and it was like negotiating a stand-off. I don't think they'll be that much trouble since they're going to grow up fast, but I got pretty good at handling handfuls.
You know what, if you were, it would be important to know.
[Said in the tone of a man that is and will throw a fucking punch if someone tries. ]
I was reminded 'cause I was bugging the dog mermaid, though. [His wiggles around in the sheets, messing them up. Yup. More pokemon that are really going to need to sleep inside their balls. He can tell. ]
Alright. [Hank says, grabbing the wrist of the one hand that could most likely backhand him for doing it, and makes a scrunched, determined face as he dances his fingers up Connor's side. Infinitely less predictable than a self-poke. ]
[But highly necessary, as anyone has ever owned a small animal with tiny tickling parts has learned. Though knowing his luck, as well as having the metabolism of a rabbit Connor probably won't even be sensitive to it. The bastard's usually pretty lucky that way.]
[Connor squints as Hank grabs his wrist, and makes a strange sort of displeased noise mixed with a slight laugh when he tickles him. He shuffles away automatically, though only so far because Hank still has his wrist.]
...That was unpleasant.
[And yet it made him smile slightly, even though he didn't find it the least bit funny.]
[Hank lets go of his wrist, though, and honestly he's never heard a noise even remotely similar to that come out of Connor. The worst part is the closest he's seen to that much bewilderment was after that incident with Simon on the rooftop. ]
[Perplexing and new and horrible. ]
Just warning you, there's a very high chance of a swarm of tiny new things doing that to you. So be ready to not slap one.
[He sits back where he was, now that the question of whether or not he's ticklish has been answered.]
Is that why you held my wrist? So I wouldn't hit you?
[It was probably a wise choice, because if he'd had that hand free he probably would have slapped Hank despite having asked him to do it in the first place.]
I wasn't expecting it to feel like that.
[He didn't even know he could make those kinds of noises, though. You learn something new every day.]
[He'd never actually hit Sumo or Cole, not even once, but he'd spilled things on himself a couple of times. ]
I don't think anyone expects it even after you know what it feels like,
[He probably shouldn't be drawing any joy from Connor's misery but he is still smiling at the noises because he can't even imagine a scenario where he would have had to fake that.]
I guess that's 'One more thing Connor knows about his human body' you can cross off your list.
[He gives Hank a curious look, but despite the question he doesn't actually move to tickle him because Hank is a big man, and Connor isn't willing to test out how much it would hurt if he got punched by him. It looked bad enough when he did it to Perkins.
He might try and get him some other time, though. Probably whilst drunk.]
Oh yeah. That's how I know about small pestering things.
[That is probably the best time to get him, especially since he's not sure he can get 'numb' drunk here. It's likely all he'll manage is derpy and tipsy. He reaches out and pets the head of Connor's Popplio, rubbing his thumb up the bridge of her nose.]
I really wish you had a chance to get to know Sumo better. [He misses his good dog.]
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Which means Connor is immediately in love with it. He carefully picks it up, as the other Popplio breaks free of its egg and borfs at Hank. Oh no, they're adorable. Connor looks at Hank, as though trying to figure out how to convey how he feels about what's happening here. He's obviously delighted, though.]
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...Is this your first time holding a baby anything?
[He realizes just then.]
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[Obviously enamoured with the little seal, he nudges their noses together with a smile. The licking from Tubbs just makes everything better.]
What should we call them? You’re better at names than I am.
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[He looks at the tiny pokemon in his hands and lets Tubbs give it all the attention he wants. The sealmabob seems to like it.]
Now you got a little idea of what it feels like.
[How Hank might have felt when he held Cole for the first time. This is dim in comparison, but as close as he can ever get to describing it to a one-time android. How good it was to hold something that small and know he could help it become a great thing. Or just... fucking dote on it. Whichever came first.]
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Do you think it’s hungry? It hasn’t eaten.
[Could he just feed it a poffin? He looks around, forgetting where he left them for a moment before remembering and carefully getting to his feet. He sits on the edge of the bed and lets the Popplio nibble on the treat, a smile on his face.]
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[Hank lays his hand flat and gestures for the Growlithe to lay, before putting the Popplio on it like it's a warm bed. Then he goes to get a few poffins for both it and Tubbs, letting them both have a couple.]
[He looks over at Connor, who looks absolutely endeared with what he's staring at. It's nice to see him so enthused. So different from how he was on cases, too. Again, his heart pangs enough to make him grunt, and he lightly thumps his chest and clears his throat, not sure what to do with that odd little feeling.]
I guess I oughta write down all this little turd's information. [He scratches his Popplio on top of the head, turning his attention away from Connor. It borfs happily, just as glad for its new person as Tubbs. If there's anything good about this place, it's getting that look.]
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[At least, he assumes it will. Hank is supposed to breed these guys, right? When he's done feeding the Popplio he sets her down on the bed, where she starts playing with Charlotte. Connor watches fondly, then slides down to sit next to Hank with his Gear.]
Mine is a girl. Apparently that's quite uncommon.
[But if Hank's is a boy, it means they can breed in the future.]
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[He checks, though, and confirms.] Yup. That's a bouncing baby boy. [And when he's done checking some basic info, he puts away his gear.]
I'll probably wait to even try it until we're in a more stationary place to do it. At least somewhere where we'll be for at least a month. [And he bites down on his tongue to keep from saying, 'Or I'll just be a fucking janitor forever.' Because Connor's really happy, and he doesn't want to shit on that.] Wouldn't want to be traveling around while I try the first time.
[Tubbs is really happy, too, so he just reaches over and scruffles his ears as he tips noses with the new tiny that's still sitting on him. He'd read Growlithes were protective, but mostly has seen it through his affection.]
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[They have seven now, and no way of carrying them around. One wouldn't be so bad, but a whole pile of them?
As if reading Hank's mind, Connor continues.]
Once you start to breed the pokemon yourself, you can sell the eggs. You won't have to work, if you don't want to.
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[He could try, but he'd be paranoid as hell the whole time. ]
[He finally takes his little Popplio back and sits it on his knees. ]
Hey, Connor. If we come across a place, can you help me catch a Porygon?
[Because someone told him they can fix things. And Hank isn't great with technological stuff.]
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[That's one Connor hasn't heard of yet, but he nods anyway.]
If we come across a place where we can catch them. I'll ask around, if you like.
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[Hank finally gets up onto the bed and sits at the edge of it, and turns his now riled up Popplio loose to go bug the other one. ] Okay, you two, don't get the bed wet. We need to sleep there.
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We're going to have a handful soon.
[They're going to have lots of puppies, and... a random crying ghost pokemon. Because Connor felt kind of bad for it.]
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[So he doesn't find out by surprise and find the one way to murder someone in Pokemon land. ]
When Sumo was little he would chew up Cole's toys every once in a while. And Cole would get upset and it was like negotiating a stand-off. I don't think they'll be that much trouble since they're going to grow up fast, but I got pretty good at handling handfuls.
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[He pokes himself in the side, but doesn't react to it. Probably because he's expecting it.]
It might be a good thing they'll grow up fast. They are cute like this, though.
[He says it as he watches his Popplio borf and pat at the other.]
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[Said in the tone of a man that is and will throw a fucking punch if someone tries. ]
I was reminded 'cause I was bugging the dog mermaid, though. [His wiggles around in the sheets, messing them up. Yup. More pokemon that are really going to need to sleep inside their balls. He can tell. ]
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[Of course, a man who had been tickled before would absolutely not be offering himself up so willingly.]
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[But highly necessary, as anyone has ever owned a small animal with tiny tickling parts has learned. Though knowing his luck, as well as having the metabolism of a rabbit Connor probably won't even be sensitive to it. The bastard's usually pretty lucky that way.]
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...That was unpleasant.
[And yet it made him smile slightly, even though he didn't find it the least bit funny.]
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[Perplexing and new and horrible. ]
Just warning you, there's a very high chance of a swarm of tiny new things doing that to you. So be ready to not slap one.
...That was a hell of a sound you just made.
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Is that why you held my wrist? So I wouldn't hit you?
[It was probably a wise choice, because if he'd had that hand free he probably would have slapped Hank despite having asked him to do it in the first place.]
I wasn't expecting it to feel like that.
[He didn't even know he could make those kinds of noises, though. You learn something new every day.]
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[He'd never actually hit Sumo or Cole, not even once, but he'd spilled things on himself a couple of times. ]
I don't think anyone expects it even after you know what it feels like,
[He probably shouldn't be drawing any joy from Connor's misery but he is still smiling at the noises because he can't even imagine a scenario where he would have had to fake that.]
I guess that's 'One more thing Connor knows about his human body' you can cross off your list.
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[He gives Hank a curious look, but despite the question he doesn't actually move to tickle him because Hank is a big man, and Connor isn't willing to test out how much it would hurt if he got punched by him. It looked bad enough when he did it to Perkins.
He might try and get him some other time, though. Probably whilst drunk.]
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[That is probably the best time to get him, especially since he's not sure he can get 'numb' drunk here. It's likely all he'll manage is derpy and tipsy. He reaches out and pets the head of Connor's Popplio, rubbing his thumb up the bridge of her nose.]
I really wish you had a chance to get to know Sumo better. [He misses his good dog.]
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[Of course, although Hank was there, he wouldn't know anything about it.]
He's not a very good guard dog, though.
[And for that, Connor is grateful.]
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