#liepard meows

[yveltalreal]

how is an absol less of a dog than a vulpix

absol are feline pokemon? they arent related to canine pokemon at all and are more genetically similar to liepard and incineroar. they purr and meow and chirp :]

[frostbite-yinny]

*SLAMS TABLE* OKAY WE’VE SEEN YOUR TASTE IN MEN BEFORE YINNY BUT I HAVE A BURNING QUESTION FOR YOU *POINTS TO YOU DRAMATICALLY* THOUGHTS ON GRIMSLEY????

OHOHOHOOOO NOW YOU GUYS ARE ASKING QUESTIONS I LIKE

Come gather around for; Yinny rates man~ Episode 1

Grimsley; Dark type Unova elite four member

Yes, this guy. He, with all due respect, looks like an evil-looking lawyer that is kind of an asshole but shines and show care once in a while. When you get closer to him, of course.

Now, I know close to nothing about this man BUT I HAVE EYES. And, boi, this guy has ✨looks✨ he looks like a cocky asshole that is actually pretty sweet and kind which I dig look at his hair it looks like some kind of bird Pokemon it looks like his hair has wings

Also, him without blue hair dye and no concelar? Spectacular.

I love man that looks like wet littens. Dare I say, Poor little meow meows. Train wrecks. That's my type.

But this man is too good to be called any of them.

Also HE HAS A LIEPARD. GOT 3 POINTES JUST FROM THAT.

Finally verdict; 10/10 he has his life together BUT still has the poor little meow meow crustly old man charisma. I like him.

[antihibikase2]

Revival Herb

Trade with @rivalhughs! First time writing Cheren Ohashi, and I absolutely love his team.. and how he dotes on them. Diane my beloved..

Thank you for trading with me Mait, I hope you like it! :]

The item wasn’t damaged in any way, at least, from Cheren Ohashi’s perspective.

But of course, to the shopkeeper who caught his Liepard red-handed, every little detail was of utmost importance- the Dark Gem she had taken from the table was spotless, gleaming beautifully under the sunlight, but the shopkeeper insisted that she had chipped it with her fangs, even if Cheren was certain there was nothing to fuss about; he didn’t think she could bite down that hard on a gem of all things.

Then the shopkeeper brought up a good point; simply holding onto the gem would drain it of its properties, especially if the Pokemon who had held onto it knew a move that matched its typing. 

Though he had no solid evidence that the Dark Gem powered up his Liepard in any way, he did think the shopkeeper had the right to be a little upset.

Unfortunately, Cheren didn’t have the money to pay for the outrageous price of the precious gem, so instead, the shopkeeper sent him to Chargestone Cave to fetch him another one from the dust clouds.

He couldn’t be too angry with Diane, his Liepard- she was just a little naive, convinced that she was sneakier than she actually was. Perhaps it was partly Cheren’s fault for spoiling her, but he couldn’t help it.

It was also partially his fault for being too caught up in his thoughts to notice what she was doing- she wasn’t particularly known for being the sneakiest of Liepards after all.

But he doesn’t need to dwell on what has happened; all he can do now is busy himself and find a replacement for the gem before he goes on his way.

Diane kept her head lowered the entire time as they trekked inside the cave, passing through shimmering rocks of glowing blue. Cheren couldn’t help but feel bad for her, the light of the cave only illuminated her dejected features.

Purposely, he leaves a part of his bag open, the head of a Revival Herb poking out and swaying with each of his movements.

Naturally, this catches Diane’s attention, bringing her out of her stupor.

For a minute, she wonders if she should try, given that she had just failed her earlier mission..

But to Cheren’s delight, she bites and slightly pulls it out of his bag. 

He pretends to not notice, stifling a small laugh as she purrs contently, her trots becoming more chipper as they walk deeper into the cave.

“You know, Diane,” He says, still not glancing at her so she gets to hold onto her treasure a little longer. “Maybe it’s not you being bad at sneaking. Maybe the shopkeeper just had too good of a hearing, like Bianca.”

Her ears perk up.

“It’s been awhile since we saw her, right? You want to see her again, Diane?”

Her tail swishes faster, on account of her being unable to do more than a muffled meow.

“Me too.”

Cheren stops in his tracks as he settles into a nice enough spot, one where dust clouds are sure to appear if he waits long enough.

He lets the rest of his team out to play as he sits on a smooth surface, while Diane finally shows off what she's stolen from him. 

"Oh, now how did you take that from me?"

A magician never reveals her secrets, Diane's proud face says all too smugly.

Cheren chuckles, taking back the Revival Herb from her mouth. She looks relieved to be free of its bitter taste.

"Aren't you sneaky! See, you're not so bad after all!"

Diane does a pleased meow and settles right next to her trainer with little kneads of her paws, finally in lighter spirits, the previous incident gone from her head.

"You know," though Diane is listening, it seems as if he's musing thoughts to himself. "I should have traded this herb for the gem. You buy it for around the same price, if not higher."

Diane cocks her head in confusion. 

"It's a Revival Herb. It's a really good item. Expensive though," He gently spins it between his finger and his thumb. "Bianca had lots to share. She gave some to me and some to Hilda."

At the mere mention of her name, his gaze seemed to soften.

Diane noticed his change in moods immediately.

"Sorry. We lost against her again, didn't we? We'll do better next time."

He says that, but there's a part of him that wonders if it's true at all. 

"Who knows? Maybe that Revival Herb will come in handy."

There's a small smile of amusement in his face when Diane looks displeased at the thought of having that bitter thing in her mouth once more.

Cheren wonders if he's willing to see such a face again if he does end up using the Revival Herb in battle; the thought is enticing, but he pushes it back.

He wouldn't need to waste a turn and rely on items that his Pokemon will hate; he just needs to work harder, just like his other friend, Bianca.

Work harder, work smarter, work better.

If he does that, he wouldn't have to lose against Hilda all the time.

If he does that, he wouldn't be frustrated with doing something he enjoys.

He knows so.

Doesn’t he?

From the corner of his eye, he spots several dust clouds start to appear.

He watched as Lucian and Nerida- his Serperior and Simipour respectively, raced each other to the clouds before Cheren could command them. Lucian manages to dig out a Drilbur from hiding, while Nerida's attack causes small gems to pop out of a hole- none of which are black.

He thanks them for their hard work, and Nerida flashes him a dazzling smile in return. Lucian continues to stay on guard.

Cheren finds himself resting his hands on his palms as he watches his beloved Pokemon scurry about; Colm was preening his feathers on a dark corner of the cave, while Bijou and Axel looked around curiously, intrigued by the floating stones.

He calls the other two over to sit next to him, giving them loving rubs and pats.

“Sorry, you guys give it your all for me, and yet here I am,” He laughs a little bitterly. “Letting you down.”

All three of them make displeased cries, as if they were trying to comfort him.

He can’t pretend to understand Pokemon like that guy does, but he knows his team, and they know him in return.

He appreciates the gesture.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to help me feel better.” He reassures them with a small smile. “Really. Just keep doing your best, and I’ll do the same.”

After all, it’s all he could do right now.

He pushes down on the bubbling insecurity that he feels in his throat.

But, he feels tears prickle on the corner of his eyes, and his bottom lip quivering at the thought of his most recent loss.

The sound of burrowing is heard from afar, and this time, Colm joins in as Lucian and Nerida pound on what seemed to be another Drilbur.

To their surprise, multiple black gems spew out from the hole.

Quickly, he tries to rub his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket while Diane, Bijou, and Axel are too occupied celebrating with the other three over their prize.

He’s not going to let this loss get to him- how could he call himself a trainer otherwise, to let something like that crush his self-esteem?

His Pokemon, working together even without the need for his commands, was proof he was doing well.

Wasn’t it?

Nerida gathers handfuls of the gems gleefully, as if she was holding the rainbow in her palms. Lucian and Colm only take the black ones back to their trainer, while Diane peers over the rest in interest.

“We got more than what we asked for,” Cheren says, taking one of the Dark Gems in his fingers and inspecting it. “You think we could sell some to that guy?”

Axel picks up the Revival Herb that he had been inspecting earlier.

“..oh, you want me to give some to Bianca and Hilda?”

The suggestion makes the other Pokemon perk up in agreement. They make several noises that he can only assume was them talking over one another about his closest friends, happy at the thought of finding them gifts despite their previous battles.

In a way, Cheren felt slightly envious over how carefree they were.

Even though they lost, even if Cheren wasn’t strong enough..

His Pokemon could smile freely right now as if nothing’s weighing them down.

Cheren could only imagine how that felt.

Still, that small smile never leaves his lips, even as the slight feeling of guilt and jealousy lingers in his chest. 

He takes a few of the other colored gems into his hands, internally monologuing the teams of his friends so they could make use of the items. Diane in particular picks up a small Water Gem in her mouth, placing it right next to his hand.

He thinks of Hilda and her starter Otto.

Then he thinks of Bianca and her starter Blaise.

The feeling of nostalgia makes him feel warmer- better about his current situation.

He takes a fistful of Dark Gems into his pockets, whistling for his team to follow him outside- he doesn’t realize how dark it’s gotten outside. He supposed he could continue training tomorrow instead.

Adjusting his bag, he pushes away the feeling of having wasted his time in Chargestone Cave instead of bettering himself and his skills. 

Deep down, he knows that isn’t true.

After all, with the little gifts in his possession, he felt more eager than ever to see his friends once more, to meet up with them as if they were younger children again, showing each other the treasures they’ve picked from their hometown.

[grimsley-official]

(*A knock is heard at Grimsley's door, along with a familiar voice from the otherside*)

"Hey Grimsley~ Are ya home??"

-@thetravelingymleader

“One moment~!”

Grimsley’s reply is automatic the moment he hears a knock at his apartment door. Strange…he wasn’t expecting Nox over today, was he?

He sets down the brush he’d been using on Violeta, ignoring the Liepard’s mewl of protest as he walks toward the door to answer it. Violeta follows him, meowing at the gambler all the while.

“Hellooooo, Nox~” He greets smoothly. The casual black button down and slacks he’s wearing is covered in purple fur at the moment, clearly showing that he had been grooming his Pokémon before answering the door.

[stellaskiesno1fan]

Hey hey! Team Yell Grunt here, got a Pokèblr at the pokin' (heh) of my bestie @r3l1cs0ng, which. Did not take much work, lmao.

Most definitely not a gym trainer at Spikemuth yes yes, Piers has no affiliation with Team Yell. (Jokes aside, don't ruin the fun for the kids, OK? >_< they love the 'beat an evil team' gimmick to our gym, even if the adults usually see through it pretty early.)

My team are Teacup, my wonderful Fairy-smiting Bisharp (Do Not Speak To Me About Kingambit), Hatter, my profile pic and the vainest lil' Sneasel you'll ever meet, not much of a battler but the cutest thing ever, and finally, my beloved, my ace, best thing in my life, Chesire my Liepard, my wonderful little meow meow.

Also, yknow, the small army of Purrlion and Liepard's I breed for Starters. Most of them are temporary though, I only keep the ones with the wrong temperament or too strong to be starters, there's only like. A few dozen of them... or so...

EDIT: aaand, now introducing: Cupcake! Baby Haunter. Baby. No she doesn't want to evolve, she likes not having legs. Gives great piggyback rides!

((Ooc: second Rp blog! Because why the hell not. Relicsong is my first, my main is inkperch. This one is honestly probably gonna be a lot busier, not needing my fic to go places and all.))

[snow-warning-imminent]

[A video posted on accident. Watch it?]

A video showing a Liepard attempting to sit on top of someone who is on a couch. Kouta’s hands are visible as he makes a half hearted attempt to push the large catmon off of him, but to no avail.

“You’re just gonna sit there then?” He sounds tired as the catmon just meows at him and does not move.

A noise of him about to say something else is heard before cutting short, allowing the news that has been playing in the background to be properly heard

[-student at the Blueberry academy has supposedly drowned after falling off of school property. The school denies any wrong doing and assures that there was no possible way for this accident to have occurred. While reports clearly state that someone fell, the body of ten year old Ko-]

The video end abruptly in the middle of the newscast

[team-mavericks]

Seeing Valerie give Sofia a dark type and him a fairy type, Rin squints at Valerie.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" But he looks at Clefable, who in turn is flexing at Rin. With a smile, he gives it a thumbs up. "I like your spirit. Alright, welcome to the team."

Sofia, however, is already petting Liepard and squishing it's cheeks together.

"¿Quién es una buena gatita? Mi nombre es Sofia. Can I call you Petie?"

The Liepard meows, accepting the new name.

Sofia will ask if she can name Rin's Clefable later.

"Oh good, it's you. You don't have Jet's number yet, right? I'm here to collect a rescue."

"Ooo, Hermana! Me too, por favor!"

( Rin and Sofia ❄️)

"Alright, you two, I have a Pokemon for each of you ready. And no, I don't have Jet's number."

Valerie puts down a pokeball. "This one is for you, Sofia."

The liepard peeks up from behind the counter. "He's super playful, make sure he has a lot of toys. As for you, Rin," Valerie puts down another Pokeball.

"I'm sure you can welcome him to your team. He's a bit of a fighter."

[liepcrd]

the clean up. | @truthfullyideal

It had been about an hour since Katherine had been picked up by Interpol’s on-call paramedics. She had been taken to an undisclosed location to where their hospital was situated. The detective himself had been there a few times-- an agent of his rank was bound to accumulate more than his fair share of injuries-- and now, he was about to drag another person with them.                             Someone he really, really wished he didn’t have to disturb. 

The detective heaved a deep sigh, stopping in front of the house. He’d actually driven here, though he usually preferred Pokemon traveling methods, he needed to talk to Colress while he took him there. In the comfort of a car. Privately. Sliding from the driver’s side seat, he gently shut the door. No doubt the sound reverberated off of the house before him. It was quite possible the scientist had even heard it. 

As he walked toward the steps that led to the metal door, his mind wandered to a common subject: how to phrase his words. He always did this when he delivered bad news; there was never an easy way to go about it, either. It was likely Colress would be able to tell something was wrong by the fact that Looker showed up at his house, late at night and by car, never mind the exhaustion present in Looker’s eyes. There was no sugarcoating it. The detective would just have to be honest.

He knocked on the steel door a few times, heaving another sigh. What he wouldn’t give to sling some whiskey down his throat...

[leggerefiore]

Changes

cw: pokehybrid au, dragon au, Emin centric, cat gives birth, cat also dies from old age, mostly exploring dragon man's thoughts, not romantic really

Being an immortal dragon had complicated moments. Emin was not born. The concept was a foreign one to him. Processing and understand the idea of being young and growing evaded his conceptual abilities. It was viewed as useless information by him as well. His job was to hold balance and govern over the humans in his kingdom, not ponder the idea of birth and growth. Humans respected him and knew his opinion to be better than their own. That's all that mattered. He held these beliefs steadfast. Years passed with him on earth like a blinking of an eye. There was no need to worry about the small details of existence. Emin did his duties that were entrusted to him by his creator perfectly. Changes in his court and servantry never seemed to cross his mind.

It was a day in late spring when he heard the yowling in his garden. A sad, desperate plea from a creature. His advisor froze at the sound. Emin was intrigued by it. What had made it and why? Surely, there was not an unwelcome guest in his garden. He walked over to the bush, here the cries seemingly originated. Peering under, he saw her. A cat pokemon meowed for attention. Her lavender fur was matted and dirty, but she still stood up and moved toward him. She pressed her head into his hand, demanding affection. A recent rain had left her damp and unhappy. His advisor knelt beside him. “Ah, my liege, it is a Delcatty. I will summon a guard to remove it,” he explained. Emin shook his head. He had never seen such a pokemon in Unova. She purred sweetly. His heart felt a strange warmth. “There is no need,” Emin lifted her carefully from the dirt, “I want her to be cleaned and have her needs tended to.” The advisor nodded.

Time progressed, with the pokemon now living within the palace. Slowly, he watched as her body changed. At first, she seemed quite thin and malnourished. Living on her own was clearly harsh on her, but under the care of Emin, she put on weight. More than what had been expected. Concerns were raised about a diet for her from a pokemon specialist, but a maid in the room rolled her eyes. “She's pregnant,” the blonde pointed out, “My Liepard was similar at first. Don't listen to him, your majesty. He's clearly never dealt with felines.” Emin froze. Pregnant? How could that be? She had never done anything of the sort while within his home. The maid giggled a bit at him, her blue eyes gleaming at him playfully. “Your face is flustered,” she explained, “You do know how reproduction works?” He nodded. Of course, he did! He was not put here without general knowledge.

Emin took his Delcatty away from the humans to be alone with him. She was pregnant. It was an impossible idea for him to grasp. Even as she curled into a ball on his lap while purring loudly, the concept evaded him. She was a cute child in his mind, not an adult with mature ventures. He knew that every creature on the planet engaged with it, but he failed to think that his Delcatty had. A soft meow came from her. An adult, she was. The sun gently caught the light of her tan under coat, giving her an orange glow. She was going to be a mother. Emin felt afraid.

He blinked and then found himself staring at a swollen full Delcatty crying and whining while trying to find a comfortable place to lay down. Her pacing was endless while her tail swayed. Eventually, Emin watched as she came to lay beside him on his bed. It was then he realised that she was leaking. Her water had broken. She purred loudly as it began. Emin felt a bit queasy from the birthing process. It was nothing that he had ever seen before. A pink creature was born, and it was quickly followed by another. Carefully and on his sheets, she birthed three kittens. Two girls and one boy. They pressed against her and whined pitifully. He felt strange at the scene. His eyes burned as tears swelled in his eyes. How had she done that? His Delcatty had brought more life into this world. He pet her lovingly and cooed at her.

The journey of the kittens from blind, deaf worms into playful, squeaking demons was a scarily fast one. One moment they were completely dependent on their mother for everything, and then they found themselves exploring his bed chamber excitedly. One seemingly took the chance to run from him at any given moment, while the other two clung to him desperately. The little boy was the saddest, whining and crying whenever he had to leave. Eventually, it became easier to attend court with the tiny kitten in his lap. Emin felt oddly fearful as they continued to grow. They slowly matured into proper Skitties and then into full-grown Delcatties. Their change happened before his very eyes. Growing and changing… He felt complicated thoughts on it. There was happiness that they were no longer completely defenceless infants, but sadness as they grew weaker and frailer.

There was a day of him hiding in his chambers when his Delcatty passed. The discovery was made after he woke up that morning. She had laid down beside him and drew her last breath. He held her limp body close and sobbed. Tears poured endlessly from his eyes as he stroked her cold body. His precious cat had gone from him. He felt alone. These feelings were ones that he had never dealt with before. Loss was simply something he had never considered. Ignoring the changing humans around him, it never occurred to him in such a manner. Servants and court members checked on him, but he simply wished to be alone and mourn the loss. Her children were with him, pressing their heads against him and crawling into his lap. The boy seemed the saddest, but he would not deny the girls' turmoil.

She was buried in the garden, with a commemorative stone placed to mark it. The pain would strike again with her kittens, reminding him that death was a threat always lurking. Even when another Delcatty was given to him, he feared for their inevitable demise. He observed carefully as the humans around him grew old and weary before disappearing to never return. New, bright-faced humans would replace them in an endless cycle. Emin found temporary respite in his Skitties and Delcatties, but he often still found himself visiting the grave of his first. Life and death, something that he was exempt from. She created almost completely by herself. Humans could do that, too, he understood.

He gazed at the infant that a servant had with a soft curiosity. That child would grow and change into a person just as their mother was. A cycle that he had never been a part of; something that he could never properly understand. It hurt. He was destined to be alone.

In tears, he visited her grave and left her a gentle offering of a lavender flower. The solemn moment of memories was interrupted by sobbing echoing in the garden. He stood up and walked to the sound. There, he saw a servant on their knees in tears. A strange calling in his heart told him that he needed them; a protective instinct taking his mind hold. Emin swallowed as he realised what they were.

His mate was finally before him.

[foxships]

which pokemon r u faves.. or which pokemon do u associate wiv ur f/os..

My fave Pokémon is Braixen!! Other Top faves include Nickit, Umbreon, Ninetales, Espeon, Liepard, Persian, Weavile, Torracat, can you tell I love cat and fox Pokémon???? (yes i know weavile is a weasel Pokémon, weasels are cool and cute. and Weavile's face gives me meow meow vibes)

As for Pokémon I associate with my F/Os... hmm!! I associate Cathy with Liepard mostly. And Persian.

The first Pokémon that comes to mind when I think of Vanica is Weavile. I think that suits her!

I think Misa would have a Ghost Pokémon, but I'm not 100% sure which one. Maybe a Banette? I could see her having a Pokémon that's supposed to be a possessed doll that places curses on people.

With Perona, I think any really cute Ghost Pokémon would suit her! Also maybe a Stufful/Bewear because of Kumacy!

And Ophelia? Snake Pokémon. Not sure which one, but. snake Pokémon.

[spacefinch]

I understand Dark-types can be a bit spooky, but they’re not more dangerous than any other Pokémon! Heck, I have a Liepard and she’s very sweet and affectionate.

And might I add, attention-starved. She’ll meow until I let her curl up on my lap and pet her. When I’m trying to work, she will jump up on my desk. And I’ve lost count of how many of my socks she’s stolen.

Look at her! How can you hate such a good girl?

Another day, another editorial in the news of "the dangers of Dark-types".

The only thing stopping me from writing a piece on "the danger of humans" is that the people who write such things about Dark-type Pokémon almost certainly would not recognize sarcasm.

[frostbite-yinny]

dark types (for the ask game)

-My favorite pokemon of that type

LIEPARD. Beautiful but moody and deathly. Like a thorny flower <3

-My second favorite of that type

Scraggy! Those pokemon are all like wet littens, poor little meow meow's if you will. I love them.

-The cutest pokemon of that type

Alolan Raticate. Chubby cheeks, chubby belly sand itty bitty grabby garbage hands.

-The most dumb or stupid (looking) pokemon of that type

Drapion. Science side of the rotomblr PLEASE explain why it needed to evolve to look like an accordion????

[controlledflame-archive]

@iruludavare​ asked: “Don’t look now, but I think your Liepard is climbing the tree…”

You take your eyes for one second off of your cat, thinking that she’ll be fine as you trained, and she proves you wrong. Red whirls around as he goes to look at the tree in question, sure enough there’s a rust-colored cat climbing up the branches.

“Copycat hey! You really can’t be up there!” He yells to her, and he only gets a meow in reply as she continues to climb.

“Oh mewdammit... thanks for letting me know, I guess now I gotta find some bait to get her down and back into her harness. It’s her first day without it, I figured she might want to play with some other Liepards on their home region territory you know?”

[phantomlordreshiram]

Grimsley: *walks into his chamber in the pokemon league*

Grimsley, noticing a liepard sitting on his couch and napping: Hmmm, I don't think I let any of my pokemon out. What're you doing here little kitty cat?

Liepard form Ellis, walking up: *meowing* Hiiiii there uncle grimsley!

Grimsley: Oh, Ellis, is that you?

Liepard Form Ellis, chuckling and pointing at his muzzle scar: In the flesh, er, fur! I can turn into a liepard, not just a reshiram!

Grimsley: Haha! Well...

Grimsley, turning into a liepard: ... so can I!

Liepard Form Ellis: Oh wow, that is so cool!

Liepard Form Grimsley, inspecting his claws: Yeah, perfect for when you wanna hurt someone and look adorable at the same time.

[marstus]

◤ @barrika-dark​ ◥  liked for a short starter!

❝Ah. Hey bro.❞

    A rather casual greeting for someone buried underneath her entire team of pokemon right in the middle of Spikemuth’s gym. Marnie’s pokemon flank her on all sides, each of them doing their best to lean on her as much as possible, with all save for her Liepard (who regards Piers with a lazily glance and a meow) being fast asleep.

❝Yeah, been stuck this way for 'bout half'n hour now. Ain't sure if this lot is open t' negotiations.❞

[grimsley-official]

(*As Burgh peeks behind the couch, his face comes into Grimsley's point of view. His cheeks color slightly at being seen in such a situation.*)

"Ah...well, you see..." (*He hesitantly starts to begin his tale.*) "I saw a Joltik...and er, well, I was trying to capture it in a cup to try and relocate it outside of my apartment... Violeta here had some different plans, as she saw the little Joltik as her next plaything...~"

(*At the sound of her name, the Liepard, who's made herself quite cozy atop the gambler, lifts her head to meow at Burgh.*)

"Uhm, anywho, there was a bit of a...tussle as Violeta seemed quite determined to paw at the little bug. I tripped over her quite hard and now I'm here~!" (*He provides a nervous laugh.*) "Good news is that she didn't get ahold of the Joltik~! In fact, I have absolutely no idea where it went, ahaha~!"

[ *Your door suddenly clicks and opens, in comes a rather... Tired, Burgh.* ]

"...Grimsley...? What sort of trouble have you gotten into this time...?"

(*How long has he been here again…? He’s not sure. At this point he might even fall asleep right here—*)

(*Grimsley’s previously closed eyes fly open as soon as he hears his door open and Burgh’s voice follow it. Ah…he sounds quite tired…*)

“Honeyyy, my loveee, the love of my life~!”

(*He calls out, though there is no Grimsley to be seen. No, instead his voice comes from behind the couch. You see he’s managed to perfectly wedge himself between the wall and the piece of furniture… So much so that he can’t manage to get himself unstuck. Violeta lays on top of him… Though she doesn’t seem to be as stuck as him. She did try to help move the couch…but promptly gave up and decided to use Grimsley as her bed instead.*)

“…I’m just…y’know…back here~”