[PRP]To better heights [Oliver/Clancy]

[Gwennythe]

Clancy's bed was very very clearly un-made. It didn't look like Clancy had actually ever made his bed, short of if he thought they might be getting an inspection anyway.

"Good good! Y'll bloody need 'em! I'm like a bloomin' thunderstorm when I'm doin' me best, y' know? Like y'd think I'd 'ave me own squall precedin' me!" Clancy... boasted? About his snoring.
He then nodded, satisfied.

"Right, good. Me neither. Most o' mine are bloomin' fish, and ain't none out while 'm asleep any'ow."


<> Clerval shrugged with a rueful smile.
<< Galeru? I hope so. A clumsy Milotic sounds like a right pain in the arse, especially paired with my idiot.>>  

[Shaddaling]

Oliver finished making his bed, smoothing the black comforter patterned in yellow hexagons and purple slashes. "Outside of those two, a pair of spiders, a seal, and a ghost." He picked up the spike chain, setting it over a post.

"Please, don't play with that." He added and started to unpack clothing into the dresser.

<> Firefly looked over Clancy, tail giving a dismissing flick. <>  

[Gwennythe]

"Ghost eh? Bloomin' spook ain't gonna start tryin' t' haunt me 's it? 'Cuz that sounds like a right ruddy pain f'r sure..." Clancy grumbled, and might, even, have missed Oliver's spike chain except for the fact that the fellow grunt pointed it out with the instructions not to 'play with it'.

Immediately Clancy reached for it.
"Eh? Why whassit for?"

<>  

[Shaddaling]

"Not unless you have something really caffeinated that belongs to coffee family," Oliver replied, leaned over and smoothly slapped the reaching hand. "Said, don't touch it. It's a weapon, and I rather not have to escort you to medical because the weighed spike on the end went into someone's eye."


<> Firefly said easily. <>  

[Gwennythe]

"Coffee addict ghost? Bloody nightmare, mate, that sounds like! Them blighters are already night buggers as 't is ain't they? Ain't doin' t' 'ave some hyperactive spook zippin' 'bout through the walls! 'Ere, you keep her in her ball when people are sleepin', yeah? OW!"

Clancy drew back, sulkily rubbing his slapped hand.

"Alright, alright... I weren't gonna spin the bloomin' thing 'round or nowt, just got interested cuz y' mentioned the ruddy thing. How's it work though? Outta... casual interest, like?"

Clerval watched his trainer with resigned disappointed wariness.
<< That's a shame. Yeah, probably not the best conversation partner in that mood then, I guess...>>  

[Shaddaling]

"Him, Mercury is male," Oliver replied and sat on his bed, slowly unraveling the links of chain. "It matters, it can be used defensively to subdue a person, or offensive to strike at a person or object." He looked over the room before coiling it and set it back. "Not enough room for a demonstration."

<> Firefly replied and walked over near Clancy and looked up before springing up to claim the bed. <>  

[Gwennythe]

"Well, keepin' /him/ in 'is ruddy ball then. Bloody caffin-ba-nated ghouls roamin' 'bout the base... Ain't somethin' I wanna experience, y' get me? Sounds bloody awful."

Clancy looked around the room and shrugged.

"Then you'll 'ave t' show me when we're somewhere with more bloody room won't 'e? Can't flamin' tell me it's a weapon like 'at and then not lemme see how the ruddy thing works. Jus' makes a guy curious, that bloody does..."
And then Firefly was jumping on beds.

"Oi! Y'r Flambédog's jumpin' 'bout, up on beds an' the like!"

Seeing this, Clerval smirked.
<>

"Oi! 'E's settin' a bad influence f'r me rat!"  

[Shaddaling]

"Maybe during the weekend, in one of the training rooms with mats," Oliver said and deciding that everything could wait, laid down besides his Flareon and blinked at Clancy.

"Firefly a Flareon, and ehh, why not? He's warm," Oliver murmured, giving a slight shrug as Clerval joined. "Not like I mind him or any of the others on my bed. Well, as long as they don't lave paw prints."  

[Gwennythe]

"Aye! That sounds a'right! I 'ad plans f'r some trainin' this weekend as it bloomin' well 'appens any'ow. We oughta combine it- I'll do me trainin', an' y' can show me how your flinging chain doodad works!" Clancy nodded, frowned at Clerval, then shrugged.

"''S your bed, but if'n they start tryin' to jump up on mine, that ain't bloody allowed. An' that yella rat knows better, so if'n 'e starts, I'll know 's y're bloomin' Fluffeon puttin' it 'n 'is 'ead..."

Clerval padded at the bed with his paws, then settled down.
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[Shaddaling]

"Mmhm, I'll think about it," he said and shut his eyes, relaxing into the bed and soothing warmth of the pokemon near him.

"Ehh, Flareon, and if he does, it's likely to piss you off cause you keep calling him a yella rat." Oliver grumbled and tugged the pillow over his head.

<> Firefly muttered, turning to look at Clancy and wrinkled his nose. <>  

[Gwennythe]

"Right-oh! I'll look forward t' it!" Clancy replied, as though, to his mind, things were set as a matter of course; of course Oliver was going to show him how the spinny chain weapon thing worked! No way he wouldn't.

"Well, 'at's wot he is, right? Yella... rat.. So. 'E's a yella rat? Makes sense t' me. Ain't nowt o' mine if'n the little bugger starts getting peed off f'r bein' called what 'e be..."

<>  

[Shaddaling]

"But he isn't the only yellow electric rodent." Oliver replied tiredly, half muffled in the pillow and trying to puzzle out Clancy accent with nowt. He sighed, rubbing his eyes, wishing the headache would ease.

<>Firefly replied, eyeing Clancy and snorted. <> He wrinkled his nose because the sharp acidic smells that sometimes clung to their human was irritating as well.  

[Gwennythe]

"'E's the only one I got though, ain't he? Only yella rat I got. If'n I 'ad two, might call 'im summat else I guess. Pro'ly not though."

<>  

[Shaddaling]

Oliver lifted his head enough to stare at Clancy and snorted, okay, not messing with what ever problem his roommate had with pokemon at the moment. Nope, nope. "Does he even have a name?" Why did he have to do this? Oliver sighed, wondering faintly why he cared and well, at least he could be polite to his roommate's pokemon.

<> Some of those chemicals stunk, not to mention the smell of cleaners. <> Firefly replied.