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::Video feed turns on. You are shown a smiling, youthful face, attached to a pair of the most respectable sideburns and a scraggly goatee. What you can see of his frame appears sturdy and strong. And energetic.::

Hi! Hello! Hi! My name's JOCK. I'm BLUE'S ARCANINE.

::looks thoughtful for a moment::

Here is a list of ten important informations about me: ::starts holding up fingers to count::
1. I'm a pokemon
2. I'm an arcanine
3. Arcanines are fire types
4. Fire types are the best types
5. Arcanines are amazing
6. Mom is amazing. ::stares at hands intently:: Oh wow, I have more than six fingers on my front paws! Look at that! Uh, 7.
8. Look at all this hair I have on my face in this human body, isn't it crazy???
9. I like going for runs in the morning and eating raw steak for breakfast and I can probably run a million miles
10. I think mom's hair smells nice

I'm staying here now as a student! I should have put that up there, too. Bryony and Blake are here, too! They're on mom's team. Hi, mom! Hi, Bryony! Hi, Blake! I accidentally touched one of mom's disks and now I can be a human like mom! The big hands told me I could get a room with a kid named Link. They gave me this shirt! Mom says I'm handsome.

::The feed ends::

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Green's eyes looked away from Blue's hopeful ones as he flicked the collar of his jacket.

"R-right, like this would even fit him."

Those hopeful eyes were now rolling.

"Well, no, but... do you know anyone you could maybe ask? Or... No, I guess I could just run out quickly on my own. What size do you think he is...?"

"I'm real big," said Jock helpfully from underneath his blanket. "Lots bigger than mom. I bet I'm way bigger'n Blake, too."

Jock, your ego isn't helping the adults figure out this situation.

"Mom, this blanket smells like you; it's really nice."

Edited 2012-11-05 16:39 (UTC)

Jock, knock it off with all the smelling and the ego, Green's feeling threatened.

"I can't help with the clothes, but jeez, I mean, I'll get some blankets from my room, if that's what you need. No big deal."

GRUMP.

Yeah. Yeah he was a lot bigger than Blake. Blue could already surmise that she'd actually have to venture into the men's section for this particular pup.

She brightened at Green's offer. "That would be sweet of you, if you could." And then down to Jock. "And then I can get you something so you don't have to live in a pile of blankets."

"Yay!" said Jock happily. "But I like this blanket because it smells like you, mom. I like living in it. Will Green's blanket smell like Green, too? What are you going to get me, mom? My own blankets?" His eyes wibbled. "Can I get a new ball?"

Edited 2012-11-13 04:31 (UTC)

An billion questions. The future was bright and riddled with them.

"If you are very good, maybe you can get a new ball. And Green's blanket will probably smell like Green, yes." Except actually it would probably smell a lot like Green and a lot like flowers but that wasn't something Blue could say.

"I'm going to get you some clothes of your own, since people don't like other people walking around without them if you don't have a lot of fur. We're kind of silly like that."

"I want stripes," said Jock. "I want my clothes to have stripes." Jock pointed to his tattoo-type markings on his arm. "If you cover them up, how will everybody know I'm an arcanine? Can I get that kind, mom? I need clothes with stripes. And a ball? I'll be super good. I'll be a really super good boy, mom. And can you get a brush and can you brush my hair? And can I have sawsbuck for dinner, mom?"

"Calm down, motormouth," Green interrupted. "No chewing on the other students. You'll get your clothes."

"Oh, hrm, is there a Sawsbuck at the school then...? No more Sawsbuck from around here, then, Jock. Them's the breaks. I'll see what I can do about the stripes, and of course there will be hair brushing. Don't even worry about that part. It's a date."

"I love you," Jock said, throwing his arms around Blue's legs, his eyes wet around the edges with tears of joy, and his naked torso probably skeeving Green out with jealousy or sexual frustration or tattoo envy or memories of his old days rooming with a fuzzball of an arcanine or something.

"I love you too," Blue readily replied with a smile, totally oblivious to any of the aforementioned afflictions that might have been plaguing her poor friend as she leaned down to smooch Jock on top of his head.

"And I love not barfing into your trashcan," Green chirped, dryly. He jammed his hands in his pockets.

"Let's button up the fuckin' summer of love here, and get some clothes..." He gestured to Jock's crazy jacked body, "On him."

"Are you sick?" Jock asked. "Mom, I don't want him to throw up in your trashcan either. That's gross."

It's gross, Green. Gross.

"Do you want me to go with you to get the clothes, mom?" the man with the 115% jacked up body asked plaintively. "So you can get the right kind of clothes. For me. I want clothes that let people see my muscles so they know how strong I am, mom. And stripes. And a ball. And I don't want anything blue or green. Those are bad colors. I like orange and black and white and red, mom."

Blue glanced at Green and chuckled again. "All right, all right."

"He can throw up there if he wants. Its better than the floor." Here was another scritch behind the ear. "I suppose you can come along, if you turn back into a Pokemon. We might just have to pokeball your way into the store, same as usual."

A pause.

"Blue is a very nice color." If she got him something blue, he was going to have to deal with it.

"Blue is a good color for you, mom," said the arcanine, trying to save face. "I think you look nice in blue. But it isn't a good color for an arcanine, mom. People might think I'm a wooper or something. Can you imagine that? That's just awful. I'm not a wooper."

"I doubt anyone would think you were a wooper," Blue assured him. "And blue can look very nice Arcanine colors." Your collar was probably blue, Jock. She was going to get you something blue, Jock.

"But let's go get this taken care of. You won't just be offputting Green if you stay around in the buff like this."

"How do I turn back, mom?" he asked pitifully. "I don't know how it works."

Green rolled his eyes and waved his hands around like a magician.

"Just imagine being an arcanine again. Like magic."

"Oh."

And so, dear reader, he did just that.

And suddenly there was an over-six-foot-tall giant tigerpuppy in the room, with a blanket around his haunches.

He licked Blue's face from on high.

Well, at least nobody has to look at Jock's junk anymore.

There is an exaggerated clap coming from the direction of one sardonic man.

Sardonic man gets to have his face licked, too.

The greatest of parties for everyone.

Blue giggled and made a "pffft" sound, patting her hand against Jock's leg. "There we go. We'll get everything sorted out. And then... Oh. I owe you a breakfast," she said in Green's slobbery direction.

OH GOOD NOW HE WAS DRIPPING WITH FIRE DOG DROOL. He blinked, eyes flicking down to the bowl still on the floor.

"Eeech. Yeah, you do." He rolled his eyes and reached up to scratch under Jock's chin, just for good measure.

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