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Post by Feather on Mar 10, 2008 9:53:23 GMT 10
That was good. Running to the corner the professor grabbed a footstool, and leaned against the cabinets. CLimbing on top of it he pried two boxes down from the shelf. "Bill ,Ramen for you right?" Bill hated macaroni and cheese, it got his lab coat dirty. A grunt from the main room told him that he had wagered correctly. Breaking the pack open he dumped the Ramen in one of the boiling pots, and dumped macaroni in the other. Three cups of tea were soon finished, and cooling beside it. The professor was quite fast at cooking, and acually quite good at it, the ramen flavor packs went ignored. He made his own spices.
At the confirmation James looked up at the ceiling. He might come to regret that one day. No matter. Stirring the pot he nodded when he felt it was done. "Well its not all fun and games you know." Taking out a spoon from the drawer, he filled up two bowls of the berry spiced ramen, and two of the Macaroni. Leaving these on the table in the kitchen he went back to letting loose the baby pokemon. "Hurry in the kitchen, before they assault you."
Before the professor had finished speaking all the baby pokemon were bright eyed and wide awake. Quite a few already bounding for Lakota. <Lookit a new person!> About half screamed, the other half, just stared at him. Normally Bill would have fended them off, but he wanted to eat first. Deciding that he might as well go to the kitchen as well he dropped down to the tiled floor, and began walking to the kitchen, his well used, and polished spoon was clutched tightly in his three fingered hand. When he walked by most of the romping pokemon sat still, until he had passed, until they began playing again. <Good.> They had all learned to quiet down, lst the yannoy their 'mother' or 'father' to a few. Even if he was no such thing, he was usually the first person, or second they saw when their eggs cracked open.
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on Mar 14, 2008 8:49:13 GMT 10
[/b] Lakota nodded with a smile. Yes, I know. He said, brushing his fingers through the back of his hair. It was hard to believe that he was so disowned by everyone when he was always so happy and go lucky. Hurry in the kitchen, before they assault you. Bill said. Lakota blinked at the psychic Pokemon curiously before seeing a few baby Pokemon bounding up to him. He smiled down at them with closed eyes. When he opened them, he saw that as soon as Bill passed by, they were quiet and didn't move till he was gone. Grista looked up from his bowl to the Kitchen, curious of what was going on with his trainer. Knowing that it was only some baby Pokemon playing around, he smiled and yawned. Jumping back onto the cot, the fire Pokemon curled up and fell asleep.[/size][/ul]
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Post by Feather on Mar 17, 2008 10:34:23 GMT 10
Good. Most trainers tought it would be fun, adn their mum and da's had never told them differently. It bugged him Why didn't theu tell them how many rainstorms they'd have to go through, or hw much cold, or how many times a pokemon would almost eat them. Well msot probably wanted them out of the house, which James found disappointing. He wouldn't mind having a kid bustling around the lab--a assitant would be nice. After all he had to pass this job on sometime before he died.
The Baby pokemon looked up at te human. <Ohh he is nice. Not to mention not that ugly...unlike you CHikorita> A female Selibulb stated, only to be bowled over by her light green friend, who had a smile on her face. They were only playing no need to be concerned. Nwo that a fight had started the baby pokemon had started to ignore the human. Like all children they had a relatively short attention span. The baby pokemon looked at the food bowl the Grista had left, and with a lot of pushing ran towards it. The Beldum pulling ahead at the last second, and he was the mediator of the ground, so he whispered for everyone to be quiet, then he slowly started to hand out food. One piece at a time. It was the Grista's fault for falling asleep after all.
The Professor was already seated at the table wehn Lakota walked in. A light blue bowl was filled to the top with macaroni in front of him. Nearby the Alakzam had already began to pick apart the ramen, slurping noisely. Normally Bill cooked, and he was as good as any human chef, but today he let James handle it. In the center of the table was tbe Salt and Pepper , and beside that was Lakota's own bowl. Besides that there was also bread and toast. Normally it would have been more, but as stated earlier their fridge was a rapidly depleting object. [/size]
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Post by &&Ðяëāmÿ[ðòñò] on May 18, 2008 0:25:57 GMT 10
Lakota waited and stood there for a while. He smiled down at the small pokemon, and laughed when they entered their play battle. Lakota watch the Pokemon a little longer before setting him down at the table. He looked up at the Proffesor, clapped his hands together and said, Thank-you for this meal, sir. [/color] He set his hands down, picked up his fork and begun eating. Grista jumped off the cot, though he was still tired, and made his way into the kitchen and upon Lakota's lap. Long had he wanted to get a trainer. Someone to protect and so that he could be stronger. He curled up again, not wanting to be sepereated from his new friend.[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Feather on May 18, 2008 8:03:35 GMT 10
"No Problem lad." The Professor replied to the spoken gratitude with a slight smile. Pausing to speak just as his fork speared the gooey yellow cheese and noodle filled bowl. Now that he had said his bit he continued. Chewing slowly he swallowed, reaching for the salt. "Rather bland--of course I was never much of a cook." The Ramen slurping Bill took a long enough break to snort at the comment. Directing a comment telepathically at his old friend. You'd burn a salad James. The Professor blushed. This meal hadturned out rather well compared to his normal monstrosities.
Of course any and all embarassmnt was forgotten as the Grista streaked into the room. "He's attatched already..." The Professor observed wistfully as the little flying canid curled up on his trainer's lap. "Are you hungry little Grista?" The Professor questioned. They did have plenty extra, and the half flying types did eat just like a bird. So with the yntouched bread, toast, butter, half a pot of macaroni, they had plenty to go around. "We have plenty--" Unless it was ramen they wanted, Bill hated sharing that in anyway. WIth his narrow snout and weak jaw muscles he had a hard time chewing anything. So any of his food wassted was in his eyes one less meal.
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