4th rebuttal; text/action for the dangan house

[superordinary]

[ Last time was Detention with Alter Ego, tonight is the garbage room. Taiki is there with him for company, but every last scrap of food they manage to find is completely rotten and there's no way to know what's safe to drink and what isn't. He can't tell how long he's in there but it feels like days.

Eventually, the hunger becomes too overwhelming and before he realizes what he's doing, his body moving seemingly on its own, he's grabbing an iron pipe from the remnants of the space rocket and lunges toward the Arcafoodfoodfoodfoodfoodnine--

And suddenly Naegi is back in his bed in Goldenrod City, cold and drenched in sweat and the dream still fresh (too fresh) in his mind. He heaves a sigh of relief when he sees his Arcanine fast asleep on the floor next to the bed and he reaches out to scratch the dog behind the ears. Instead of going back to sleep, though, he decides to quietly go downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe it's because he just had a dream about starvation but he really feels like having some food right about now.

Godawful o'clock in the morning is the perfect time for sandwiches and a tub of ice cream, okay. It's also the perfect time for doing FTEs with Ishimaru. ]


[ Later, Ishimaru's gone back to bed and Naegi can't sleep because fuck these nightmares so he decides to write up the following text and post it to the network. It's still godawful o'clock in the morning but maybe someone's around to help him kill some time. ]

How do you keep 30 Eevees and their evolutions from shedding fur all over the house?

Also, what do you do when you can't sleep?

[ That's it, that's the post. He's not even exaggerating about those thirty Eevees. If any other dangans are awake, they'll find him playing tetris in the kitchen or playing with one of the Eevees. ]

Comments

[surpassedjupiter]

Is this a riddle, a joke, or just you seeking advice?

[She, uh... Didn't get much sleep the previous night and hasn't really wanted to try going back to bed, yet!]

[superordinary]

The last one. Any advice would be appreciated.

[surpassedjupiter]

[...why, though.]

I think the only way to stop them completely would be to shave them all.

[superordinary]

[ The previous owner of the house had an Eevee hoarding problem :| ]

That sounds a little...extreme. I don't think they would like that.

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[openturn]

[ Sadly, he doesn't really have to think about how to answer... ]

Go for a run.

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[superordinary]

Hmm. Fresh air would be nice...How do you find the energy to run if you're tired?

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[openturn]

Once you get going, it comes. Something about the night air, I guess.

Although the point is more to burn off the extra energy, I'd think.

[ardent]

[Normally he would have equated the lack of being able to sleep with the fact that he's in a new place entirely - beds that aren't his in any way (or at least don't have a strong enough association yet to be considered his properly) tend to lead to difficulties sleeping, and normally he'd be willing to just shrug this off.

But tonight was another one of those strange dreams - not the sort of nightmares he usually has, in bits and pieces and fragments of things that may or may not have happened, but the likes of which he'd discussed with Parker back in the base, the last time this happened. It's too linear, it makes too much sense in comparison to the others...ugh.

He doesn't dwell on it for long, however; sleeping in the basement does have its benefits (for a given degree of "beneficial"), and he's well aware of someone moving around on the floor above him. He manages to not wake Oowada when he gets up himself; he's still shaking off the remnants of the nightmare when he makes his way upstairs, but what he ends up wandering into when he finds Naegi manages to be a good distraction from it anyway. What in the world...]

Naegi-kun, what are you doing?

[His voice is quieter than it usually is, thank whomever's listening for small blessings, and his words are a little slurred, still thick with sleep; at the same time, it kind of has to be asked.]

...Is that ice cream?

[superordinary]

[ Had Naegi been more awake and alert, he may have been able to pay attention to the sound of footsteps of someone else being up and about. But he's not and the little focus he has is directed at eating his chocolate chip ice cream so when he hears the sound of Ishimaru's voice he's caught off guard and almost drops a spoonful of ice cream in his lap. ]

Um...yeah. I couldn't sleep...and I got hungry. [ He sounds terribly awkward and tired when he says this. ]

S-sorry.

[ There's an unspoken "You're not going to make me write lines for this, right" somewhere in there. ]

[ardent]

As long as this doesn't happen every night...but it's fine for now!

[Well, there's some of the forcefulness, at least, though he does have the common sense to keep the volume down for the time being.

He doesn't move to join Naegi, exactly, but he does move a bit closer; all may be forgiven for the night, but he isn't too inclined to leave for now.]

Is everything all right, then, or was there a reason you couldn't sleep?

[freshprints]

You're awake at this hour, Naegi-kun?

[Thus texts Kirigiri, who evidently has absolutely no room to talk herself.]

[superordinary]

I can't sleep, Kirigiri-san.

[freshprints]

Are the Eevees keeping you up, or something else?

[islandshore]

My suggestion? Make them all Vaporeons. At least then you won't have to worry about fur.

[Though that won't solve anything for the evolutions...]

Otherwise, I recommend brushing them or giving them trims. There's no magic way to stop the shedding, so you've gotta adapt.

How the heck did you end up with thirty, though?

[superordinary]

I'll try asking them if they're okay with becoming Vaporeons, then!

It wasn't intentional. I inherited a house from someone who went back to their home and they left 28 Eevees behind so I'm looking after them. That person really must have been a fan of the species.

[islandshore]

Heh, hope it goes well. If not, there's always Glaceon.

[True, they lack the scales and flippers of Vaporeon, but the shorter coats mean less shedding. Anything to lighten this guy's workload, right?]

Come to think of it, I might know who you're talking about. Never got to know him that well, but I think he just didn't want to separate them. Seen it happen a few times; some Pokémon end up protecting their eggs, wanting to raise them themselves.

[And, well, given the choice between maintaining family bonds and making cash, you'd have to be pretty coldhearted to get rid of 'em... even if that means getting a household of furballs in exchange for good morals.]

Voice

[struck_out]

[Screw texting, Leon's going for Voice. When he answers with a hushed tone, it's clear that something's on his mind as well.]

...you can't sleep too huh?

Voice

[superordinary]

You too, Kuwata-kun? I didn't expect so many of us to be up at this hour.

[struck_out]

Yeah. It's getting to be a pretty shit night. Damn nightmares...

[shslasshat]

[While not plagued with the same vivid degree of nightmares as the rest of Dangan House, there's enough ambient troubles in his subconscious to disturb even the esteemed sleep of Byakuya Togami. As a result, when Naegi comes downstairs and Togami is in the study reading, the fact that the boy doesn't near-immediately return upstairs sends up a red flag no, not a relationship flag in Togami's brain.

He sets his book down and dislodges the sleepy Eevee from his lap, heading into the kitchen.]

...You know late-night bingeing is going to make it even harder to go back to sleep.

[As he got himself a glass of water from the tap and sat down at the table with Naegi without even asking. It didn't matter if Naegi hadn't heard it yet, Togami still remembered telling them at their 'graduation' that if they were in trouble, they could come to him.

And that was certainly a troubled look on Naegi's face.]

[superordinary]

...You're up too, Togami-kun?

[ He's not sure why Togami's joining him but he's not going to comlain tbh; he appreciates the company. And then he gets the question and he's looking down at the food in front of him. What are his life choices even. ]

[shslasshat]

I was reading.

[He says it as if it's completely normal to be awake at this hour.]

Did you just decide that you were hungry?

[captainash]

Have you tried keeping them in their balls?

...Why would you even have so many?

[superordinary]

The reason I have so many is because I recently got a house from someone who went home. When I went to check it out, I was greeted by 28 Eevees.

I thought about putting them in their balls, but figuring out which Eevee goes in which ball is going to require some trial and error; the balls are all stashed away in a kitchen drawer. And I can't keep them in there forever, can I?

[captainash]

Whoever owned them didn't even leave notes about the balls or put something like stickers on them? He or she must have loved them a lot, to know exactly which was which and owned which ball. And since it was their home first, it would be cruel to just set them aside.