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[The communicator comes on with an audible zap. It’s obvious why a moment later, when a very cranky, very round face peers down into the screen. It’s Blitz the Electrode, terror to all who know him, looking exceptionally disgruntled, even for him. He makes some annoyed crackling sounds, and someone moans off screen.]

Go chase wild Pokemon if you need something to do, just stop making noise…

[Blitz rolls his eyes at the camera, then ducks down to pick up the communicator in his mouth. The image jars around a bit as the Electrode moves it, showing, amongst other things: a startled Torracat face; a pair of sneakers discarded under a bed; a backpack that has very clearly been dug through by some greedy Pokemon looking for treats. It finally settles on a bed, with its blankets all tossed and crumpled. The bed’s inhabitant isn’t visible, except for a shock of tangled, ashy blond hair, and one long, skinny arm sticking out from under the covers.]

[Blitz crackles again, and the blankets shift.]

I said go away!

[The blankets move, and Jean peers out from underneath them. His hair is standing up in all directions, his eyes are so puffy they’re almost swollen shut, and his nose is bright red and dripping.]
 The hell do you…

[His voice trails off and his eyes widen, as much as they’re able, when he sees what Blitz has.]

Blitz, no! That better not be recording, I swear to…

[Jean reaches for the communicator, and Blitz makes a smug sound as he rolls backwards, out of reach.]

Jean?

[Another voice, this one equally weak and clogged up.]

Jean, what’s going on?

[Jean shoots a wild-eyed look over his shoulder, and Blitz helpfully hops up to show there’s another bed in the room, similarly inhabited by another teenager and a curled up Arcanine.]

Nothing! Nothing’s going on!

[Jean turns back to Blitz, and there’s pure murder on his face now.]

You give me that communicator, you fat ball of plastic, or I swear to the gods…

[OOC: Sharing is caring and Bertolt gave his plague cold to Jean, so answers could come from Jean or Bertolt or both! ~~or even Blitz, if anyone wants to talk to him~~]

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I'm not going to ask how you know exactly how much Reiner weighs.

[Because Jean knows, he's seen the two of them wrestle and goof around and carry each other back and forth during drills. It's much like how he knows exactly how much his own best friend had weighed. It's just weird that Bertolt can use Reiner as a unit of measurement.]

You sound like shit now, though.

[Jean nudges Marcel.]

C'mon, boy, get off my legs. I'm going to go make some tea.

I think you know the answer to it already.

_{[He can lift Reiner with relative ease, but Marcel? Marcel is Too Much. He can lift his front half up if he's laying down and acting like a sack of potatoes, but not much else. He's nowhere near that strong, nor has he met anyone who could lift something that heavy.

Normally, anyway.]}

Armin'll kill us if he catches us out of bed.

_{[Except he knows he won't - he's just being stubborn. Marcel, on the other hand, rolls over with a low groan, more than likely disturbing poor Polo in the process.]}

Yeah, those crazy pushups you do with him on your back! I still don't know how you managed to not snap your spine doing that.

[If Reiner sat on Jean, he'd be crushed. Full stop, no more Jean.]

Well, Armin isn't here right now, and you need some tea.

[Jean's legs are freed when Marcel rolls over--making the bed springs squall again--but Polo goes rolling ass over teakettle, and pops up from behind Marcel's fluff, looking furious.]

That's what happens when you go to sleep on someone. Come on, you can help me heat up the water.

Jean, I'll be fine. I...

_{[His brows furrow and Bertolt worries at his bottom lip for a few moments.]}

I feel too warm for anything hot right now, anyway. I just need to take things easy.

Then I'm getting myself some tea, and you some water.

[Jean is on a mission! He staggers to his feet with a blanket wrapped around his shoulder, and Polo hops down onto the floor beside him after shooting a furious glare Marcel's way.]

We'll be fine. You just stay put.

[Jean starts making his way, laborious way towards the kitchen, with Polo dogging at his heels.]

_{[Bertolt groans, low and strained as he turns over in his bed and pulls his blankets up over his head. He knows everyone means well, but having people 'fuss' still makes him uneasy.

It still makes him feel a little awkward when Reiner does it, and that's saying something. It's got to be the attention.]}

M'fiiiiiine...

_{[Marcel, on the other hand, takes a deep breath and lets it out in a big huff before he rolls himself off of the bed to pad after Jean. He's had to lean against Bertolt when he'd stand up so he didn't wobble over, and even he can tell Jean is just as sick - it won't do any of them any good if they fall and hurt themselves, right?]}

[Jean ignores Bertolt's pathetic whimpering and keeps moving towards the kitchen. When Marcel steps up beside him, Jean leans gratefully against the big Arcanine, earning himself a glare from Polo.]

When you evolve again and get bigger, you can do this instead. For now, I need his help.

[To Marcel:]

Thank you. Good boy.

[That sets Marcel's tail wagging. Who's a good boy? HE IS! HE'S THE GOOD BOY!]

_{[IT IS HIM, THE GOODEST BOY THAT EVER GOODED. By golly, it's enough to get him prancing on his front feet and toss in a couple woo-woos. He is the only good boy and nothing can ever out-good him!

In fact, he is SO GOOD that he is going to plop his head down on the counter and snuffle his head over to the bagel bag with the last remaining one in it. Good boys get this, right? He is a good boy so he should get the good bagel.]}

[Oh gods, Marcel is big enough to put his head on the table. Jean scoots the bagel out of the way, then reconsiders.]

Hey, Bertolt! Your dog wants a bagel! Can I give it to him?

[Always a good idea to ask the Pokemon's trainer before handing out treats.]

_{[Bertolt isn't going to give an answer, namely because he knows his voice would give out. Instead, he opts to throw... well, something towards the wall. He's not sure what it was - his shoe, maybe? He's not looking.

It doesn't really mean anything though, but it's not stopping Marcel from taking things into his own paws by hopping up just enough to get his front paws up on the counter and darts in to grab the bagel, bag and all. This is his now! He's drooling on it, see? This means dibs!]}

Ewwwwww...

[Marcel, you're gross. Dogs are gross. Polo hops up on the counter, where he knows he shouldn't be but likes to go anyway, and looks imperiously down at Marcel. Dogs.]

Okay, that's yours now. You can get it out of the bag while I make tea.

[Jean turns his back and uses the counter to prop himself up, letting Marcel have his way with the bag. It's made out of paper, so it won't hurt him if he chews on it and gets some in his stomach.]

_{[His? All his? Good, because he's not sharing!

Marcel makes a muffled woo-woo behind the bag and settles down on the floor to smoosh the paper between his paws. It's not the best grip in the world, but it's good enough to pin it down so he can shred it apart!

...And singe a few smaller pieces. What can he say? He likes shredding paper just as much as eating the goodies inside! Look, Polo! Look! He's making things to play with!]}

[Marcel, you are forgiven for your previous transgression of being a Big Dumb Dog. Polo gets low to the ground, rump up in the air and wiggling, before pouncing forward and swatting at the floating bits of paper.]

[Jean glances over his shoulder when he smells burning.]

You two make sure all those go out, got it?

[Then it's back to making tea. Life with a fire cat and dog has made him much more cavalier about fire.]

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