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Chapter 33; Accidental Video

[[Today, when the gear turns on, you get a lovely view of the sky and the calming sounds of water nearby. It's a beautiful day, for those of you not outside.

This serene setting is broken by a squeal from a Pokemon and a splash, then all falls quiet and calm again.

It's a few minutes before you hear something again. This something being another splash. And then on screen appears a Dratini with a quite pathetically wiggling Magikarp in it's mouth.

With a happy chirp it disappears off camera again, only to return a few moments later to rub all over the 'gear. And then off it goes. There's a squeal, a splash, and a few minutes later the familiar sight of this Dratini with another Magikarp, struggling in it's grasp. It disappears, it reappears to smother the Pokegear, rinse, wash, repeat.

This show goes on for some time, until finally - during one of its rubbing sessions - it stops and looks up. And then it simply begins to trill in excitement. Almost like if it doesn't make noise, it'll explode. It's also wiggling.

There is so much wiggling from this Dratini.]]

...V-vodka...what are you doing?

[[It seems this Dratini is none other than Vodka Derptini - also lovingly known as John - belonging to resident Rose Lalonde. And said trainer has found the little dragon Pokemon.

She appears momentarily on screen, picking up the 'gear, before turning to look at...oh.

It seems all those Magikarp the little wiggling dragon type had been collecting are in quite the pile of flopping. Meanwhile, the aforementioned culprit of this karp congregation is sitting next to said heap, wiggling as if waiting for praise.

Apparently those fish are a gift for his trainer.]]

...That's...very nice of you, John. Thank you very much. How sweet.

[[A few pats to the Dratini's head, followed by a multitude of elated chirps, lilts, warbles and purls, and the 'gear is shut off.]]

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Well with John on my side, Dave, how would you get your inside information now? After all, if I ask John not to tell you something?

He won't.

[ Dave makes a noise that sounds like it could be the slightly gay cousin of the classic disgusted back-of-the-throat noise that girls make. ]

You're kidding, right? Bros before hos, sis. Besides, he's my forevergirl.

[[Oh my god Dave where the hell did you learn to do that? Though it's only earning a snicker from his sister.]]

He has yet to betray my trust. Besides, I somehow doubt he would be so easily willing to repeat the utterly despicable language that would be used.

[ He shoots her a thoroughly unimpressed look for her amusement. ]

You do realize 'bros before hos' is a universal law, right? Like the sun rising in the east, or Scully never believing Mulder.

Universal laws such as shitty television references are made to be broken for the sake of plot twists. You know this, right?

Perhaps you'll find yourself surprised. I dare you to try.

What, try unearthing all your sordid skeletons from John's closet? You're asking for it.

Just don't be too hard on him if he refuses, if you'd please. He doesn't deserve to have his heart broken by the Strider.

Aww. Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I'll go easy on him.

Thank you. You know how much I adore him. You're such a good elder brother.

This is the part where I say something ironic about learning from the best.

No no, that's what the younger sibling says. Unless you're referring to your bro, and then yes. This is the part where you say something like that.

Though it would have to be ironic as I've yet to hear of any younger sisters of his...other than technically myself I guess.

[ He shrugs a little, glancing over his shoulder again. ]

Far as I can tell, being an older brother's basically the same thing, whether your kid sibling's a brother or a sister.

Really? Should I expect random strifes on the roof of our hotel soon then? Or have I not been that well accepted as your sibling yet?

[ His attention returns to her, amused. ]

Didn't think you'd appreciate it, but I could teach you swordplay.

I'm unsure if we could accomplish that here, but if you can find yourself a pair of swords? Sure.

Unless you think sticks would be an acceptable replacement.

Would you want to be taught something in return, perhaps? I've nothing as impressive as swordplay to my name, but...I could teach you the violin. [[A small shrug.]]

After all, I don't know where you can arrest yourself a pair of turntables here.

[ Now he's almost smiling. ]

Teach me the violin so I can turn it into the fiddle and infuriate you.

And sticks should work for training, but I can swing something for actual swords later, probably.

[[Okay that? That earns him a laugh.]]

The fiddle? Really? I believe I could teach you the fiddle if that's really what you're so interested in, or both if you'd like. The fundamentals are similar enough, after all.

Alright. I am ready for training when you are ready to teach then, Master Strider.

Okay, my eyeroll here is so fucking important, I'd almost take off my shades to make sure you knew it was happening. I am rolling my eyes so extravagantly right now, in preparation for this statement:

If you teach me how to handle a violin, trust me, I don't need any help turning it into a fiddle. I did grow up in Texas.

[ And he is rolling his eyes behind those shades. ]

Oh, my apologies. I had no intention of insulting you or your culture.

Please don't call it my 'culture' unless you're in a hurry to get out of this tree.

[ Spoken very politely, no less. ]

[[And at that statement fingers gently yet firmly curl into the fabric of his pants.]]

I do hope you realize you'd be joining me. However, since you asked so politely.

[ A surreptitious glance down at her hands. ]

You know, you're pretty touchy-feely, for such a frigid chick.

[[Dave, you shouldn't have mentioned that, because now that she realizes she's doing it? She's going to stop. Her hand is very quickly returned to herself with a careless shrug and a glance away.]]

Am I?

[ He actually laughs a little, just a soft sound in his throat. ]

Christ, you're as bad as me. I didn't say I cared.

[[Just...kind of sliding her eyes to glance at him.]]

I didn't say you did either. And does this mean you're a tad touchy-feely yourself then?

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