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[unbelled]

[The camera is on, recording an... interesting... scene.

For once from this feed, it's a quiet one. Mordecai has turned it on, and gently set it down, to face...

A Meowth.

Of whom is just sitting there on the table, pleased as punch to be there.

Mordecai has taken a seat across from it, still within shot of the camera.... and just stares.

Just steeples his hands in front of his face.

And stares. Meowth doesn't really seem to notice, nor care, about its new owner, just comfortably curling up into a ball on the table and appearing to doze off as the almost expressionless cat just.... fucking stares.

At length, words]

... What do I do?

[Hear that. Hear the faint, growing horror? He had no idea what he was signing up for when he took that ticket down there.

Babies. Apparently.

He signed up for babies]

Comments

[Action]

[tallstiffdrink]

It sleep. And eat. And poop.

It also play. It need toys.

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[unbelled]

[Insert internal, unspoken panic here]

... I can't... just give it to someone else?

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[tallstiffdrink]

[Viktor gives Mordecai his hard glare of death.]

Ne.

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[unbelled]

.... Are you going to help take care of it?

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[tallstiffdrink]

I suppose.

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[unbelled]

Good!

You go get it, and kindly inform me what size pants it needs, because apparently it wasn't befitting for them to clothe it before they threw a baby at me!

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[tallstiffdrink]

...Small pants. Child pants. I know that by looking.

[Viktor is just going to look at you like an idiot, Mordecai. Everyone knows child pants.]

And belt. If pants too big.