foolishwren | 72. [Video]

_{[The screen is slightly steamed up when it comes on, but it soon clears enough to give a shaky view of the ... bathroom floor, and part of a towel? It doesn't stay there, though. Instead, the focus seems to be (or is TRYING to be) on the football-sized black thing zipping across the floor and out of view.]

[Then the camera awkwardly turns to the face of its holder, who apparently just get out of the shower, judging by the way her hair is plastered down wetly around the sides of her face and the towel she's got wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. Said shoulders are hunched. Apparently she's perched on the edge of the bathtub. No questionable steamy semi-nude shots from THIS girl, though-- this is SERIOUS BUSINESS, and Heather's voice is an odd mix between amused, proud, and exasperated.]}

This is a Public Services Announcement about why you shouldn't let your Pokemon into the bathroom when they're about to level up even if they do like playing in all the water leftover after a shower.

Watch and be enlightened.

_{[The camera turns to the floor again as Heather slowly and methodically sticks one foot out and sets it down on the tile.]

[INSTANTLY and without any warning, the black thing comes streaking back onto the camera with the intention of violently attacking its trainer's toes with a long yellow beak and a volley of chittering squawks.]

[Heather yanks her foot up again with a small shriek and the Murkrow goes scuttling off behind the sink.]}

See? SEE?

Here, I'll repeat the demonstration for anyone who may have missed that.

Everybody watching?

_{[She repeats the motion, this time putting both feet on the ground.]

[The attack-crow reappears, wings flared and beak wide-open. It squabbles and pecks around in circles around Heather's feet for a second or two before, once again, skittering off across the floor to hide in the bath curtains, tiny claws clicking on the tiles.]}

I can't make it more than a couple of steps without getting Murkrow'd. I used to be able to outrun her, but now she's like an unstoppable toe-eating machine.

And all because of this.

_{[She presses a button on the 'Gear to make it repeat its last automated message. Which it does, in a cheerful computerized voice.]}

WREN grew to LEVEL 5! WREN learned PURSUIT!

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Gaah!

_{[DB MUST. NOT. KICK. BABY BIRD. He lifted his foot and his whole body quaked as he strained to keep himself from sending the little Murkrow sailing into the opposite wall.]}

Coat attack!

_{[Henry dropped the coat and just prayed it'd land on the little creature. Otherwise hew as gonna be out of ammo and they were BOTH fucked. Until Harry showed up anyway.]}

_{[HENRY used COAT ATTACK! It's super effective!]

[The coat lands on the bird, effectively transforming it into nighttime for her. There's now a football-sized lump sort of wriggling around under the coat, but on the bright side, she can't attack Henry's shoes anymore.]

[THREAD NEUTRALIZED.]}

_{[Henry stares at his handiwork...totally blown away that it actually worked. He bends down and tries to scoop up the toe-eating bundle.]}

Where should I put it?

Just-- stick her on my bed or something. She'll probably get distracted going through all the pockets on that thing.

Alright.

_{[Henry does just that...but carefully. He shuffles back to the bed and holds the bundle out at arm's length before dropping it and skittering backwards. You know, just in case.]}

_{[GROK GROK GROK >8(]

[The bundle twitches and flops.]

[I WILL FIND U. U STOOPID HOOMAN]}

_{[Henry baaaacks away. DB HEATHER PLEASE PUT YOUR CLOTHES ON QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE.]}

She can't fly can she?

Nope!

Not yet.

_{[And then the door opens and a blessedly-clothed Heather finally steps back into the room. HENRY YOU ARE SAFE FROM THE TOE-EATER.]}

Good.

_{[When Heather reappears, Henry dose a little shuffle dance over to his spot on the floor...never mind that being LOWER than a mouthy baby bird defeats the whole purpose of asking if it could fly but he was sitting on his sleeping bag.

HOME BASE. NOTHING CAN GET HIM HERE.

Because logic.]}

_{[HENRY IS SAFE ON THE SLEEPING BAG LIKE SIMPLE DOG IS SAFE ON THE TOWEL.]}

Thanks for the help. My feet are grateful.

_{[She sits down on her own bed and the angry coat lump crawls over to her lap.]}

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