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[geophile]

"You've reached Steven Stone. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[pr159]

I believe you're missing a gluttonous metal monster.

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[geophile]

So that's why she's taking longer than I thought... My apologies. I'll be there to retrieve her in a moment.

[ and here he thought he'd be able to trust his little one with an errand... with a sigh, he'll take the elevator to rideaux's floor and knock on the door to his lab. he's here to pick up his small daughter. ]

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[pr159]

Please do.

[ the pokemon has been in his lab for less than ten minutes, but she's already managed to eat through almost an entire box of staples, and rideaux is already 100% done with her.

there's a grunt and whispered curse that come from the other side of the door, followed by a loud thunk and clang as he manages to lift the surprisingly heavy pokemon from his desk and set her unceremoniously on the floor. (he doesn't drop her, but honestly, that's only because he'd worry about the damage to the floor.)

he brushes his hair back out of his face and gives an exasperated sigh as he opens up the door. ]

It's about time.

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[geophile]

[ look, she just really likes metal, and they were there. did you really expect her to just leave them there, unused and delicious? heck no.

there's a look of confusion when rideaux opens the door, wondering just how much trouble the other is having with her. aron is a glutton, but not a troublemaker. ]

...Right.

[ whatever, man. aron will be waddling happily to his side when she sees him - he crouches down in response, scooping his arms seemingly without much trouble. ]

Again, apologies for the mix-up. I sent her on an errand, though it looks like she got lost on the way back.

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[pr159]

[ it's just in his nature to be inordinately pissed off by things. ]

Yes, it does. I'd recommend sending it with an escort next time.

[ he puts a hand on his hip, a little annoyed to see this person who's so much shorter than him picking up that walking anvil so easily -- though to be fair, the only reason he'd had any trouble doing so himself wasn't because she was too heavy for him to lift (far from it, thank you), but because he wasn't prepared for her to weigh so much more than expected.

which just makes him resent them both all the more, honestly. ]

You owe me a box of staples, for the record.

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[geophile]

[ hey, he doesn't like having to look up at him either. but thankfully, strength is a given when you train living steel and climb waterfalls to find rare stones. but his words prompt a more inquisitive look... ]

And why is-

[ ...of course. while he does love his bundle of steely joy, that does prompt a small pout directed at her. not cool, little lady. you're making him look bad. ]

Consider it done. I'll be sure to send them with a more... restrained envoy.