neverstudied | Victory Road IC Inbox

Sure is.

[His expression softens a little at Michael, and he leans down, careful not to jostle Lambton too much, and picks up the baby.]

Hey, kid. How do you like your dad so far? He hasn't tried messing with your cloak, has he?

[Venkman gives Egon a look as he says this, which essentially translates to "if you HAVE messed with the disguise, i'll tell Kirby".]

[Michael pauses, then shakes his head, reaching up and poking Venkman's face with his claw. Dad's been okay so far. All he's really done is get these mushrooms and make them. The mushrooms have saved him from being closely examined...so far. And probably the threat of messing with Kirby's child.]

Mi-mi.....kyu.......

[Egon puts the now empty dish in the sink, dusting off his hands and turning to face Venkman. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Lambton lets out a yawn and rolls his head to the side. Michael lets out a startled squeak, nearly falling over as he tries to wriggle out of Venkman's grasp. Egon rushes over to help, a concerned expression on his face.]

Michael--Michael, he's asleep. He can't hurt you.

[Michael doesn't want to listen--who cares if Dad gets scratched in the process?]

Good. You let me or Kirby know if Egon does anything to freak you out, alright?

[Venkman winces at the sudden tantrum as shadow-y claws dig into his skin. He kneels on the floor and tries to gently place Michael down a good distance from Lambton, still gently holding the Mimikyu. Michael can probably pull himself free at this point, but Venkman's trying to calm him down instead.]

Hey, hey- it's alright, little man. Nothing's wrong, Lambton's chill, it's ok- you're ok... See? Lambton's still asleep, and even if he wasn't, I promise, he wouldn't want to hurt you. Ok?

[Idly, Venkman wonders when his life turned out like this- thirteen foot long snake wrapped around his body like a fashion accessory, trying to calm down a baby ghost in a kitchen at 3 in the morning while Egon eats his weight in mushrooms.]

[Michael seems to calm down a little, but he's still trembling like a leaf. Lambton blearily blinks his eyes open and stares down at the Mimikyu, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. Michael freezes, staring right back at Lambton.

...He doesn't seem to want to move at all. After a moment or two, Egon gently pries Michael from Venkman's grasp and away from Lambton.]

Please calm down.

[Said with a slightly desperate tone of voice. Michael seems to calm down a little, but not because Egon said something, but because he's further away from Lambton. He ends up sinking into Egon's arms and trying to make himself look as small as possible. Egon sighs, then looks towards with a concerned expression on his face.]

Are you alright? [A pause.] I apologize, I'm...not sure why he acts in this manner around other Pokémon, but not around other people. Isn't his species supposed to shy away from humans?

Jesus.

[Venkman sits back heavily, now sitting cross-legged on the floor of the kitchen.]

Normally I'd think it'd be a trauma thing, but we've been around him since the moment he was born, and I can't think of anything that might've messed him up. [A beat.] Aside from you and Ray tripping balls the day he was born, but that's probably unrelated.

[He pats at Lambton's snout, thinking.]

It could just be because Lambton's so overaffectionate and Michael's reluctant to be touched by others, but you said this happens with all Pokemon, right?

Oh. [He glances at his hands. One scratch on his arm is bleeding a little, but overall it's nothing too bad.] Yeah, I'm fine. How's he look?

[Normally he'd take the chance to whine and complain, but baby takes precedence. And Kirby would kill them both if he dared neglect Michael's concerns for half a second.]

[Lambton rubs his head against Venkman's hand, making a strange, low buzzing sound that sounds almost like purring? Egon frowns, then also sits on the ground next to his partner. He doesn't really think about it--he just wants to be next to him.

Spengler glances towards Michael, who's still a bundled up mess in the crook of his elbow.]

He seems... [He hesitates a moment.] ...calmer?

[He frowns, resting his chin against his hand. Michael stays still, though he does turn a little to stare at Venkman silently.]

I hate to say this, but maybe we're thinking too deeply about this. It could be he was intimidated by Lambton's large size and, being a smaller creature, was intimidated by him. Like how many humans are intimidated by large snakes despite them not posing a large threat to them. [He shrugs.] Alternatively, this could just be...his personality. I guess.

[personality: anxiety?]

[Venkman starts to move over so he can lean against Egon, but stops, realizing that bringing Lambton closer to the scared Pokemon isn't the smartest idea. Slightly disappointed, he just reaches a hand out for Egon's, the other hand still patting Lambton.]

You might be right, yeah. [He meets Michael's eyes for a moment.] Obviously, if he is just naturally anxious, we shouldn't push him to be uncomfortable and make him interact with other Pokemon. But other Pokemon are everywhere. That's why I had so much trouble with Rue at first. It's one thing to be anxious of other Pokemon, but...

Maybe we can try to introduce him to Rue and Jodie and Trix, see if they can help him open up. Turn that little crew into a proper therapy group.

... Maybe I am overthinking this. I dunno. It's late, and I'm tired, and I don't want Kirby to stand over us in the middle of the night with a knife 'cause her kid's scared.

[Egon thinks for a moment, then pulls out a PokéBall to return Lambton to his containment unit. Maybe bench-pressing a snake for about a year might give him more arm muscles. He moves himself closer to Venkman.

Michael, meanwhile, visibly relaxes when he realizes Lambton is no longer there. He creeps out from Egon's arm and starts crawling over to Venkman in a tentative manner. The Mimikyu runs a claw over Venkman's cuts and makes a small, upset noise.]

That may work. Perhaps it might be best to introduce him to a few of my own Pokémon, as well--since he'll be interacting with them more. [He frowns, looking down at Michael.] Maybe having a comforting presence could help acquaint him with unfamiliar situations, such as Kirby or either of us? And then, eventually, he would be able to take on these situations by himself.

[Venkman rolls his shoulders after Lambton disappears into the containment unit, before leaning his head on Egon's shoulder. he holds Michael's claw when offered.]

It's fine, kid. I've had worse.

[Then, to Egon:]

Kirby'd definitely be willing, but if she's gonna be out of her containment unit more often, you'll have to be careful to not get on her bad side. More than you already are.

For now, it's probably for the best that you limit his interactions to Pokemon who actually know how to recognize boundaries and personal space; and ones that don't care about physical affection. So definitely not Lambton. Denver, maybe... the cucumber... Faraday, probably, but she might look too big and intimidating.

[Michael gently wraps one of his shadow tendrils around Venkman's hand, like a baby instinctively grasping someone's finger. Egon carefully watches, leaning his chin against his hand.]

We can see what Michael is comfortable with. [A pause.] Perhaps it is best that Kirby is not out of her containment unit while I work with Michael--

[And then Egon cuts himself off, staring at Venkman as if something had just occurred to him.]

Why are you up at three-thirty two in the morning?

[Flatly:]

'Cause Lambton wanted attention, you weren't giving him any, and he decided to strangle me awake so I'd pet him.

[Egon blinks.]

Ah.

[There's an awkward pause.]

You should...go to sleep. You are usually in a bad mood if you don't get enough sleep.

[No shit, Egon.]

Mhmm.

[He leans a little closer to Egon and idly squeezes Michael's tendril in his hand.]

You going to bed any time soon?

[Egon shakes his head. Michael glances back and forth between his dads.]

No. I've already rested enough.

[He pauses for a moment.]

Unless you mean physically arriving in bed, in which I will join you shortly after I finish cleaning up.

[Venkman kisses him on the cheek, before gently scooping Michael into his arms and starting to stand up.]

I'll wait up for you.

[He's not gonna offer to help clean up, but he does hold a hand out to help Egon off the floor.]

[Egon smiles a little, then takes Peter's hand to get up. He straightens out his clothes.

After a brief pause, he takes out Michael's containment unit and returns him. He then leans forward to kiss Venkman again, gripping his hand in his.]

I'll be right there.

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