shadowdive | 13 // [video]

[Good evening, Johto.

Yesss, the signal is familiar, but the deadpanned stare of a little blue face with big dark eyes might be a bit less. Tilting her head gently, the Pokemon simply stared down the screen, not budging and breathing so quietly, she resembles a statue more than a living thing.

It's actually a good ten minutes before there's footsteps outside of the room, and a rather good argument going on when the door finally opens and someone is stumbling through it. The Glaceon? Doesn't even blink, somehow ignoring the racket.]

Vanitas, come on, I was just getting a drink!

I don't care. You were going to slip out while I was busy. [Sounds of shoving return and Ventus' foot stumbles by the gear, giving a from-the-floor view of the edge of the bed and Ven's legs.]

It wasn't like that, I just... it doesn't feel right to just sit around.

Again, I don't care- [Hi from-the-floor view of Vanitas, who caused the screen to jitter a bit from his foot bumping it. He has at least looked down and is raising his eyebrow at that blinking light and his deadpan Pokemon, who has finally moved her head to look right back up at him. His expression remains the same, but his eyebrows shift places as he has a minor staring contest with the Glaceon, before rolling his eyes and crouching down.]

Don't make phone calls with my gear, use someone elses for that crap. [Click!]

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Yes. [Well, he doesn't have the Gear in his lap, but there is a rather pretty though creepy staring Glaceon with her face close to the screen.]

...

[ what are you, she must investigate-- ]

[The Pokemon yawns quietly before leaning and tapping her nose to the screen, only for Vanitas to reach down and wipe the wet smear off the Gear.] Stop that. [He's talking to the Pokemon who then stands up and starts clamoring her way into his lap, and it prompts another knock it off when she makes herself comfortable with her paws on his chest, staring intently at him now.]

A Glaceon?

[ bless you, Pokédex. ]

Yeah. Evolved from my Eevee. [Leaned back, he's... avoiding a little pink tongue from licking his face.] She's being weird.

She's being affectionate.

[Making a face, he shoves a little harshly to move the Pokemon who stumbles, but manages not to fall.]

Vanitas.

[ boy, stop hurting your Pokémon. ]

What. [He's curling his lip up a little when Glaceon tries again and pushes harder, and it's enough to get the Pokemon to move off his lap finally.]

I gave warning.

A little more than a shove tends to give them time to move.

She's fine. [Glaceon really is, but she's back to deadpan staring at him from off his lap, watching... and waiting for her chance to try again.] Being weird again, but fine.

Weird in what way?

She stares without saying anything.

She might be observing.

Observing what? It's not like I'm doing anything.

You don't have to be doing much to be interesting.

[He knits his eyebrows together at that, clearly not understanding.]

There are subtleties, little movements, or she could be trying to memorize your appearance.

[With that, Vanitas can't help a slight face.] She shouldn't. This isn't what I originally looked like anyway.

Hm? What do you mean?

[Reaching up to tug a loose lock of hair, he glanced up at it with his mouth turning down.] This isn't my face.

Then whose face is it?

A runts. No one important.

... Someone important enough to bother you.

Important enough that I'd like to kick him until he stops moving. Not important enough to use his real name.