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[familyproblem]

[Oh this is rapidly getting into dangerous territory. Gladion looks like he's trying not to look like he wants to slither away to escape the questions.]

Doesn't exactly matter anymore, does it.

[Also he's a little emo from spending time with cat animals.

....slithering out of the entryway so he can take his shoes off.]

[i_am_emmet]

[If he does, Emmet doesn't pick up on it. He keeps on talking.]

Did they have Joltik plushes? If so I am going to buy about 300 of them, yup.

[Emmet misses his team also.]

[familyproblem]

Just Silvally.

[Continuing to slither in the direction of his room.......]

[i_am_emmet]

Ah. I see.

[Emmet looks down for a moment. Then looks back up, smile still on his face.]

It's weird here, huh? I miss my Partner too.

[familyproblem]

[Slithering slowed.]

Yeah. [Muttered.] I just - [actually hang on he's gonna like, move to sit down instead of hovering weirdly in the walkway.] Just came back from a place full of cats. They're not - anything like Pokemon.

[He was like chewing on his tongue the whole time to not vent at Mukuro about it because holy shit that was not how he needed that meeting to go.]

[i_am_emmet]

What are they like? I've watched pigeons on the street, nothing like pidoves. It's like a parody, yup.

[familyproblem]

[Man. How do you even...]

You know how pigeons don't ever look at you?

[i_am_emmet]

Yup, they just walk around, making noises.

[familyproblem]

The cats do. But there's something wrong, it's like they don't - like there's a wall in front of you. Like - maybe they think you're a cat? It's not the same.

[It was weird, Emmet!! It was really really weird!!]

[i_am_emmet]

Maybe it was them acting odd because you are new? [Emmet is trying to be helpful.] And soon they will act like themselves and be like 'Cat- Cat' at you.

[Emmet does not know what sound a cat makes.]

But then again, the animals here are weird. Like I don't think the Pigeons are... [He lowers his voice.] sentient.

[familyproblem]

[That's


actually a really good point, he might just be. Like. freaking out too much after one meeting, and needs to slow the hell down.]

Maybe.

[Wincing, though. Gladion starts pacing slowly around the living room.]

I went to the library earlier. Obviously I barely skimmed the surface, but cats are something the people here call a "domesticated species".

[i_am_emmet]

What? What do they mean by that?

[familyproblem]

The overall idea is that only a few species tolerate living with humans at all. There seem to be two main kinds. Cats are one of the ones that actually have instincts for socializing with us.

[i_am_emmet]

[Emmet stares at Gladion for a few moments, processing that.] Only two?

[familyproblem]

Several more species, but two kinds of...what they're calling "domesticated". Sometimes it means a species has those social instincts. Like cats. But sometimes it just means the species can be kept for use in agriculture. There are equivalents to Tauros and Miltank, plus a lot of others I can't think of off the top of my head. Mudsdale.

[Still pacing!]

Everything else - "wild animals" - are so...far apart from this society that those two things are lumped together, just because they are part of human society somehow.

[i_am_emmet]

Pigeons must be domesticated. They live with humans great, yup. [Emmet added in, trying to follow along.]

[familyproblem]

I...think they are, actually, they came up in one list - but I was looking for cats, so I didn't take time to check that out.

[...He'd been expected to keep up with a pretty rigorous education, his family being what it was. And when he got older - even as strange as things got with Mother, as uncertain as their future (his future) seemed - the underpinnings of the Foundation's work became more important. Financial, practical, conceptual. (Ethical, maybe, though he had to be careful there, if she involved herself - too easy to say the wrong thing. Easier than the baseline.)

At thirteen, he'd thought he'd had it all figured out. At fifteen...?]

...That's how it is, though. Most animals don't want anything to do with humans, apparently.

[i_am_emmet]

While any Pokemon can be your friend. [Emmet said in a monotone awe.]

[familyproblem]

And even if they don't want to be friendly, they still...

[...

He doesn't even know what to call this. If there's a term for it, it's more advanced than anything he ever found reading about the duties humankind owes to our first and forever neighbors...]

We're still part of the same world?

[Although there have been plenty of times and places, in the shadows of the past, when that wasn't the case - Ingo comes from what sounds like the edge of such a time and place, maybe. But even then there are always exceptions. And even then there's always potential, or else it would have stayed that way into the present.]

[i_am_emmet]

Yupyup. We can live side by side with Pokemon, but the animals here are a room over.

[familyproblem]

[Heaved sigh.

Venting about that felt good, but he got so into it he doesn't really remember how the conversation ended up there. Something about...oh right the, uh, excursion he just came back from.]

I got a job there. [the cat place. So that makes two part-time things, with the department store.]

[i_am_emmet]

How is the job, besides the cats?

[familyproblem]

Probably not bad. Haven't actually started yet. [He is maybe a little bashful about the whole thing, since it's...a cute little cafe...which lacks a certain cool factor from a distance...] The pay is pretty good, I think.