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Who: Dave Strider & Jade Harley
What: Dave Strider is a deadbeat dad.
When: Sunday, 7/28
Where: In the castle.
Rating: PG? PG-13 maybe for language.

Jade figured that Dave should just count himself lucky that she didn't ask for child support, and if she hadn't grown up so accustomed to Bec, having a near-sentient hellbeast for a pet might have been a little more jarring. As it was, she was incredibly fond of Rock.

She was also incredibly fond of forcing Dave to take Rock on walks.

So she stands right outside his room, leash in hand, and raps her knuckles twice on Dave's door. "Daaaave, hurry uuup. It's your turn today, he has missed you!" Yeah no sorry bro, you're not getting out of this one.

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[anytime]

"Hey," Dave protests. "That's fucking cheating. And also rude as hell. Did you take the time to wish up a year's stock of never-moldy Doritos, Jade? I don't think so."

Rock meanwhile snuffs at his hand, licking the orange dust off him, and Dave makes a slight face.

Monster drool.

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"Nope! Don't need to."

Jade shoves her hand into the bag and takes a pointed munch on one of his chips.

"Take the leash, Dave. You know you want to."

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It's a matter of pride now. He has to be as stubborn as possible. So Dave folds his arms, still cross-legged on the floor.

"No way. You've got it in your head that I'm being reluctant for the sake of being reluctant, but this is like. Straight up refus—fuck!"

Rock takes this as his cue to happily flop all 175+ pounds of Pokémon onto Dave, sending him toppling backwards.

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Aaand the Pokemon wins a delighted coo for that effort.

"Good boy! Just like I taught you."

Someone has it out for you, Dave.

[anytime]

This is so not cool. Almost as uncool as losing his shit around puppets.

Dave lies on his back for a moment, arms flopped uselessly to either side of him, and stares up at the ceiling. Rock snorts happily, still stretched over his torso, and hopefully doesn't catch anything on fire with his blazing ruff.

"I'm reporting you to Social Services."

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"I'll report you to Rose. Just drop him by my room when you're done, okay?"

Her tone is bright as hell.

[anytime]

"Fine."

His tone is flat as hell.

"I'm gonna teach him to shit in your room."

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"I'll pick him up in an hour!"

Jade wiggles her fingers at them both as she steps backwards, finally just phasing through the door. Enjoy, Dave. :')

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Dave props himself up on one elbow to watch her leave, before dropping his head back to the floor. He considers staying in the same position until Jade returns to pick up their Pokéchild, but obviously won't because that's boring.

...Rock will have a large quantity of orange dust on his muzzle and roar along to any music by the time Jade gets back, though, so Dave can't consider it a total waste.