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Arssse. Arsssse. Arssse-sssse. [It petulantly hisses at Peter.]

If you mean a*** then... I think he does that when he needs help with somethign poor littel guy

But its good you know where he is!! Jstu keep an eye on him for now. Ill be over in a jiff

[Keeping watch of Ouroboros will probably not pose much of an issue, considering that it's only continuing to wiggle on Venkman to no avail.]

whoa re you censoring yourself for. winston no ones going to read this but us

i dont have much of a choice but to watch him he's squishing me to the fuckign ground

Ororboro. Boris [He resigns himself to typing, finally giving up on using its full name for the sake of saving the energy correcting his typos.] Boris is there and hes just ababy I cant cuss where a baby is

Oh s*** hang on

[There's basically radio silence after that last message- but soon enough, Winston arrives at their hotel door. He struggles a little with turning the room key initially, but after getting the door open, Winston proceeds to walk into the room with a surprising amount of stability for somebody still freshly hungover. Naturally, it's the same passable (at a glance) sobriety that he walked onto the ferry last night with, which put them in this situation in the first place.]

Hey, little fella. [He says softly, crouching down to gently roll the dunsparce off of Venkman, cradling the chubby snake in his hands, idly rocking it back and forth in place on the floor. It makes a low purring noise at the gesture, and Winston's eyelids lower into a solemn smile directed to Venkman.] ...sorry I left like that.

do you know how much i swear in front of all the pokemon

it got to be a real problem when egons ko was just a baby

she did nothing btu yell "FUCK" in everyones brains at all times

anyway you shoudltn worry about it its not like the snake can speak engluish

[In the time it takes for Winston get back, Venkman falls back asleep again, with the Dunsparce draped over him like a particularly warm and mobile blanket. It'd almost be comfortable, if it weren't for the fact that he's still very much sleeping face-first on the floor. Eventually, the jingle of keys and the removal of the weight on his back are enough to drag Venkman back into the land of the living, and he blinks blurrily up at Winston.]

... Ya should be. I think he re-broke my ribs.

[He did not re-break Venkman's ribs.

Unbeknownst to Venkman, something is stirring in the shadows of the corner of the room- awakened by Winston's return.]

[Winston sighs and shifts into crossing his legs on the floor, cradling Ouroboros in his lap before placing his palm on Venkman's shoulder.] ...you need me to get you anything to take care of the pain? Ice, meds... [He trails off, transferring the same gentle rocking motion he provided Ouroboros over to Peter, trying to offer his boyfriend some comfort in his half-awake collapsed state.] ...just being an extra set of arms?

[This motion slows to a halt when Winston's eyes catch sight of a strange figure in the corner. Some... small silhouette moving in the darkness. He returns to rocking Venkman, notably faster this time, attempting to rouse his attention.]

What's... Pete? Pete don't wann'larm you but there's some- something- in the corner. [His words come out more slurred together in his haste to get them out.]

[Venkman thinks the question over for a bit, looking thoughtful. Eventually, he props himself up on his elbows and smirks up at Winston.]

How about a kiss?

[Too bad he doesn't get to collect on it, as Winston winds up being perceptive enough to catch movement in the shadows. Venkman looks faintly disappointed, but follows Winston's gaze to peer in the same direction.

The shape growls deep in its throat- a high pitched sound- which slowly transitions into a loud hiss.]

Huh. Wonder what that is.

[He's just a bit too out of it to actually be concerned.]

Later. [Winston responds, hand moving to ruffle Venkman's hair on pure muscle memory- all actual conscious focus firmly remaining on the creature in the corner.]

[Ouroboros makes a sound like a deflating balloon as it hurriedly wiggles its way into a Defense Curl, attempting to shrink itself down to avoid potential aggression in response to the hiss. Winston, on the other hand, leans in intently.]

Think I have an idea. [Are the last actual words Winston says, and after a slight pause, he pulls his bottom lip under his teeth.] ...fsh-! Fshfshfshfsh.

[He accepts the touch to his head without complaint, leaning into it slightly.

The shape continues to hiss, though it trails off as Winston tries to coax it forward. As if it's weighing its options. Eventually, it comes to a decision.

A small, fluffy shape comes bounding out of the darkness, teeth bared, claws out, heading right for Winston and Venkman.]

Gnuhh-! [Is the sound that croaks out of Winston's throat before he instinctively dives forward, throwing an arm out in front of Peter in a clumsy attempt to shield him from the incoming gremlin.]

[Ouroboros, on the other hand, does not make an attempt at self-sacrifice in this moment. Instead, he takes this as an opportunity to get the hell out of dodge. Crawling between its owner's legs, it slowly starts to make its getaway from the room, leaving the two humans behind to deal with this wild cat on their own.]

[Congratulations, Winston! You have one(1) whole Galar Meowth attached to you! Her forepaws wrap around his arm, and the creature yowls as she starts to rabbit-kick at his wrist.

Venkman watches this happen from his vantage point on the floor- still vaguely hungover, barely awake, and deeply confused.]

Where'd that thing even come from?

[Once he has a moment to comprehend the fact that his partner is currently under attack, Venkman lends a hand. He grips the Meowth by the scruff just before she can bite down. The cat stiffens, her grip relaxing just enough for Venkman to safely extract her. The Meowth howls indignantly, beginning to pinwheel her limbs in an attempt to lash out at anyone or anything within reach.]

[The second Venkman frees his arm from the cat's clutches, Winston pinches his forehead and takes a couple deep breaths, attempting desperately to claw back some long-lost composure. ...it's safe to say that whatever fleeting amount of drowsiness he still had has now thoroughly rocketed out of his body and been replaced by a sharply throbbing migraine.]

Okay. You hold onto it. I'll go check out the corner it was creeping in. See if there's any clues about where it came from. [Winston grunts, shifting onto his hands and knees on the carpet.] ...or at least anything I gotta clean up...

[Crawling carefully towards the spot in the shadows that the Meowth jumped out of, Winston thinks he's going in to the lion's den anticipating the worst.... but somehow, he manages to get an eyeful of something even worse.]

Hey... Pete. [He says in the deadest tone of voice he can muster.] ...any eggs you haven't been keeping track of lately?

I got it.

[The Meowth is absolutely furious about her current circumstances, and is making it abundantly clear to anyone within earshot. She shrieks and caterwauls, which is absolutely not helping Venkman's own headache. Still, he's got a tight hold on her, and she can't reach him. After several seconds, the Meowth slumps and goes limp, growling quietly.]

... There's the one I got on Christmas, from that legendary. [Venkman narrows his eyes suspiciously.] Why do I have a feeling you're not just askin' me that for curiosity's sake?

[At that response, Winston gives a sigh that seems to say "yeah, that just about adds up" shortly before silently scooping something from the darkened corner into one hand. He shifts on his knees to face Venkman again- presenting a small palmful of cracked eggshell fragments to his partner.]

Somehow... I get the feeling these remains of an egg have a little something to do with how our new roomie managed to show up out of the blue.

[Venkman squints at the eggshells, then at the cat. Then back at the eggshells. Then at Winston.]

... Are we sure it's not Egon's egg? Or Ray's? Or yours? Why does it gotta be mine?

...besides it being a cat? [Winston says with a wry smirk.]

Fair enough. I can't speak for Egon or Ray, so I'll give you that it could be one of theirs instead. ...but I know it's not mine, since the egg I got hatched a few days ago.

Hey, I didn't mean to turn into the resident cat lady. And are we sure this is a cat? It looks more like a fucked up hairball.

[The Meowth hisses again.]

It acts enough like a cat, at least. ...but I guess it could be this world's version of a nutria, if I squint at it sideways.

Think we should crack open a pokédex and see what it has to say about this?

[Venkman gives him a disgusted look.]

I'd ask what a nutria is, but then you might actually tell me. You goddamn English major... Just call things "horrible little rat monsters" like God intended.

[Still, his Pokegear is lying on the floor, and he snatches it up with one hand and starts inputting commands. He waves the gear over the cat and it beeps: Galar Meowth: The Cat Scratch Pokemon. Living with a savage, seafaring people has toughened this Pokémon's body so much that parts of it have turned to iron. ... These daring Pokémon have coins on their foreheads. Darker coins are harder, and harder coins garner more respect among Meowth.]

... You've gotta be kidding me.

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