Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.

Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.

He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.

Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.

{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

A monkey with a sweater on scurries into the room and climbs a tall floor lamp.

He puts his hand up to his eyes and searches the room.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James glanced over to the monkey.

It was a pokemon! It must be! And it was wearing a cute and fashionable sweater!

The boss would LOVE to have his hands on something so rare and wonderful!

His shattered little world re-assembled itself as he started pondering plans for the capture of this marvellous beast.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson noticed the halp naked human...

Was that boy... staring at him covetously?

Must be his imagination.

Not one to be rude. Mr. Neilson doffed his hat to the shirtless human who appears to have labeled himself.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James was thoroughly impressed. Such manners! Meowth had nothing on this little... mankey... thing.

So he offered a little wave back.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson wished Pippi was around to introduce him... But sadly, he was out here because he was looking for her.

He hadn't been in the Creature Languages class... But maybe he spoke monkey anyway?

//Well hello my fine chap. I take it you are new to our fine home. How faire you today?//

Sadly, anybody who didn't speak squirrel monkey would just heer.

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[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James didn't speak squirrel monkey, but he had enough experience with sentient creatures that couldn't verbally communicate with people to know that the little guy was being friendly.

Friendly was good... Friendly meant that it would be that much simpler for James to make away with the tiny pokemon in the night while nobody was paying attention.

"You're a pleasant little guy! Here, have a peanut!"

He pulled said peanut out of his pants pocket and held it toward the mankey-thing.

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep!"

//Oh! I would quite like a peanut thank you. But once I'm done I'll really have to dash.//

Mr. Neilson leapt from the lamp aaaaaall the way over to the arm of the couch.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

The rocketeer was thoroughly impressed.

"That's an impressive quick attack you have there!" He moved the peanut to the arm of the couch to make it easier to nab the little guy to pass the peanut over to the little mankey-thing.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep?"

//Attack?//

Mr. Neilson was confused by the boy's choice of words but chalked it up to having heard him wrong.

After all, English was not his first second language. If James had been speaking Swedish it would have been better.

He shrugged and reached for the peanut.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James relinquished his possession of the peanut quite willingly, thrilled to be interacting so closely on such pleasant terms with what could only be a very rare pokemon.

"Go ahead, eat up!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep!"

//Don't mind if I do.//

He takes the peanut in both of his little hands and cracks it in half. He places on half on the couch arm next to him and hunkers down to pull open the other half and eat the delightful nut inside.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James waited quite patiently, basking in the glory that was the very impressive display of the strength attack that the little mankey-thing had shown.

He didn't want to miss a moment of this. He decided to wait until after the pokemon was finished eating before would go and interrupt the impressive display with a holler and a lunge.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson ate both peanuts in short order and dusted his little hands off.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

And the moment the hand-dusting was finished, up went James' arms into the air as he readied himself to pounce.

"Come to me, little pokemon!!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep? EEP!"

//Huh? AHHHH!//

Mr. Neilson has been around long enough to know the international raised arm symbol of "I'm going to get you neayh ah ah".

He lept into the air, making a lazy arch to land on James' head.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James was shocked and amazed that the pokemonkey's lightning-quick reflexes, and he made a desperate attempt to remove the critter from his new vantage point atop his head, his hands flying upward in a manic scrabble to capture the wonderful little pokemon.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to use you to become rich and famous!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep!"

//That's the last time I accept peanuts from strange humans with blue hair, cool boots, and mouths that are ridiculously small when closed and impossibly huge when open!!!//

Mr. Neilson bounced once on James' head as the human's arms flailed about.

Okay, maybe several timess.

The "pokemonkey" jumped from the boy's head to the kitchen table before disappearing into a drawer by the kitchenette.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...James, quit pestering Mr. Nielson."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson emerged from the drawer armed for bear.

"Eep eep!"

//Yeah James, quit pestering Mr. Neilson!//

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

....

James tried his best to look nonchalant.

"Pestering him? I was just ... making friends with him."

He straightened his hair and crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to hide a pout.

Team Rocket was blasting off thwarted once more. What a shame.

"Friends" .... He spotted the well-armed monkey and his eyes widened a few sizes. "That's all! Friends! Nice ... Mr. Neilson! Uh.. good boy!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson dropped the knives back into the drawer with a clatter and jumped back over to the couch. Though this time, he stuck by the other end.

"Eep epp."

//Friends hmmm? Good thing, otherwise Mr. Neilson was gonna have to cut a bitch.//

More peanuts would probably help.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James allowed himself to breathe once again.

Had he known that the little pokemon also knew "swords dance," he would have been more careful.

Stronger precautions would have to be made in the future when attempting to apprehend this one.

He emptied out the last of the peanuts from his pocket onto the arm of the couch as a peace offering, then backed away very, very slowly.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep."

//Hmmmm.//

Mr. Neilson crept forward to the arm of the couch taking off his hat.

He peeks up over the side of the arm at James suspiciously. Without taking his little monkey eyes off him, he brushes the peanuts into the hat.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James allows the 'pokemonkey' to collect the peanuts without incident this time, keeping a careful eye on Mr. Neilson in turn.

There may have been beads of nervous sweat settling on his brow.

"I should be going now. Important things to be done, and all. Uh... Enjoy the peanuts."

With a nervous chuckle, he crept his way along the wall toward the door.

Next time, he would be sure to bring the proper equipment necessary for capturing such a dangerous creature.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep."

//Thanks for the peanuts.//

Silly human.