[closed] February Catch All

[nastyboy]

Who: Team Femblemtroika (Grant, Chip, Dimitri, Sylvain, Claude, Felix, Dedue, Ashe) with occasional Guest Stars Jinx, Razor, Karako, and others
When: All of February
Where: Mostly Ecruteak, and the roads surrounding it, probably
What: Watch this polycule take over all of Johto!

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angy!!!!

[woofdad]

Between spending most of his life learning to treat every interaction as a lesson in appeasement, and then working retail for years on top of that, Grant likes to think that he’s pretty well-adapted to the agonies of customer service. Of course, some days are still worse than others - and he doesn’t know if there’s something in the water today or what, but today has been… especially bad. He suspects his final shift at the Ecruteak PokeMart might have been the worst of his life, and he’s not sure how much of that was influenced by the absolutely shit mood he was already in when he woke up.

When it ends, he’s sorely tempted to just call it a day for responsibilities, lie down and maybe read something and call that the end of it. But he’s not the only person he’s responsible for, and while he can put Chip’s lessons on hold for a day, he’s still got to be ready in case they need anything else, and…

He’s already mulling over all that when he gets back to their room, dropping his coat unceremoniously on a chair and doing his best to keep the edge out of his voice. It’s not like he’s mad at Chip, after all. “Hey.”

[demonpuppy]

Chip has curled themself up on the floor in front of the bed, Lazzo and Espie asleep on the bed itself while Patty has curled herself up fully around them--nearly enough to hold them there, actually. Chip themself looks completely miserable, visibly on the edge of a tantrum of some variety, and they cast Grant a wary, unsure look.

"...what?"

[woofdad]

Oh. Well. Grant hesitates for a moment; he'd like to figure out what's up and see if he can comfort them, but... if he's honest, he's not sure he has that in him right now? Which is just... an absolutely shit feeling, frankly. He hates the idea of being too wound up, too tired, to help his own kid.

But, for now, he might have to settle for just... seeing what he can say. He shrugs, pausing to scoop Sooty up before he goes to sit down on the bed. "Nothing, just saying hi since I'm home. Something up?"