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fandomhighdorms2006-05-12 10:21 pm
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening
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.}
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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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.
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So he offered a little wave back.
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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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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.
{OOC: Now posted under the comment with the correct icon!}
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//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.
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"That's an impressive quick attack you have there!" He moved the peanut to the arm of the couch to make it easier
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//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.
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"Go ahead, eat up!"
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//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.
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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.
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"Come to me, little pokemon!!"
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//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.
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"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to use you to become rich and famous!"
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//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.
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"Eep eep!"
//Yeah James, quit pestering Mr. Neilson!//
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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!"
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"Eep epp."
//Friends hmmm? Good thing, otherwise Mr. Neilson was gonna have to cut a bitch.//
More peanuts would probably help.
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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.
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//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.
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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.
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//Thanks for the peanuts.//
Silly human.