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Lancer looked up as he heard someone mention treats. Was HoneyLuv trying to mooch? He told the little Mucnhlax to stay put. His worry and concern melted off his face into a soft smile when he saw Sassy with her head on another boy’s lap. Lancer was willing to bet that the Furfrou hadn’t even asked permission before just slipping into the stranger’s personal space. Well, Lancer trusted her instincts and judgement. They had very rarely led the Cerisier family wrong after all. The young adult probably needed a friend, and he wasn’t that bad looking. Lancer could follow Sassy’s lead once again.
Lancer smiled as he called out, “Oh no! Sassy’s not looking for treats. She’s an older Pokémon and on a special diet and she’s smart enough to know that it’s for her own good. She’s really just looking for attention. She likes ear scratches and butt scratches. She also understands consent a lot better than some humans. If Sassy is bothering you, just let her know. She’ll leave you alone.” He moved away from the sink to sit down, “Honey, stop eating all the snacks. We need some for lunch. We don’t have time to go back to the dorm and you know it.” He wasn’t far from Sassy’s newest friend, so he held out his hand, “I’m Lancer, by the way, Lancer Cerisier. I’m looking to study Pokémon Trainers. What are you studying?”
Introductions were made just in time for one of the TAs to start the professor streaming in. This was supposed to be an in-person class, right? No matter. Class was class. Lancer pulled out his keyboard as his Rotam phone hovered just at eye level. It was an older model, but it worked for taking notes. Lancer was not used to taking notes. Back in high school he was more concerned with his siblings than note taking. So, Lancer could hope that it was a skill that was learnable. He had a class coming up that sounded like it was basically how to do college. Maybe that class would have a note taking segment.
Lancer’s note taking skills were further damaged by the fact that Lancer just found the whole thing about Pokémon ecology painfully fascinating. He kept getting distracted by what Professor Birch was saying and forgetting to take notes. Why was this not required learning for kids wanting to go on an adventure? Maybe not all of it, but some of it would be helpful to prevent accidently stumbling on to things like upset nests of Beedrils. Lancer’s full attention would be on the Professor only to suddenly realize that he needed to be taking notes, so he would hurriedly type out what he remembered of the lecture only to be dragged back into to the interesting stuff. This was only the first lesson. How much more interesting would it get from here? Could he read ahead? Maybe that would help him actually focus on note taking than being dragged into the lecture itself.
I'm not getting a post up until tomorrow. Which is good. Because it gives me a chance to figure out how to have Lancer react to that. I'm not sure how I'm reacting to that.
If anyone needs a "mom friend" they can hit up Lancer. Even if they don't it might still happen. Case in point, emergency wet wipes and shirt.
Fridays is a rare day for me to post. But I had the time so I figured I would.
Lancer Cerisier did not want to be late, but he was certainly going to be late. Which was not the impression he wanted to make on any of the staff or student assistants or really anyone. It was already a miracle that his application had been accepted in the first place. It had been years since he had last had any kind of formal education and even then, he hadn’t been the best student. He had other responsibilities, so sue him. Still, this was a chance to make something of himself and he didn’t want to start that chance by making a bad first impression. But HoneyLuv had turned off their alarm this morning and Sassy McSassy Pants hadn’t bothered to wake him up.
So, now he was running to his first class with one arm wrapped around his Munchlax and the other hand clutched desperately to a map to avoid getting lost. He had mad the trip yesterday just to be sure, but didn’t want to jinx it. He was hurrying, but not running because his Furfrou was older than most Pokémon and he didn’t want to accidently leave her behind. He was further hindered by the fact that most of his fellow students were filming something on their phones. Lancer caught a glance. Yeah, he maybe late, but at least he wasn’t that guy. Poor bloke.
As he hurried he chastised, “This is your fault Honey! I set alarms for a reason.” His voice sound exasperated, stressed and just a touch done, “I know you know this.”
The Munchlax in his arms chirped sadly at the scolding he knew was well deserved, “Munch.”
Lancer couldn’t help himself and pressed a quick kiss to his best friend’s crown, “It’s okay Luv. I forgive you. Just try to remember and don’t do it again.”
The Furfrou barked in amusement, “Frou! Frou!”
Lancer gave her the side eyed, “Not helping Sassy!”
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he got to the correct classroom. He stumbled in to see the boy that had been the subject of other students’ amusement at the sink trying to clean up. It was never going to work and Lancer winced in sympathy. After placing his stuff down, and checking that Darius’s Pokéball was still in his pocket, he pulled out his spare shirt and held it up to check before making a foolish offer. Yeah, okay that might work. He probably needed a friend more than anything else right now, because that was the about the worse way to start four years in a place were every action was observed and criticized.
Lancer looked HoneyLuv in the eye as he placed him in the seat, “Stay! I mean it Honey! Don’t cause any more trouble.” Once the Munchlax had nodded Lancer made his way over to the boy by the sink, “Hello! I’m Lancer. It’s nice to meet you. I’m not sure it will fit, but I do have an extra shirt if you would like it. Also, I have wet wipes if that would be better than trying to duck under the sink faucet.”
Meanwhile Sassy, who had been given no instructions to stay put, wandered over to the other boy in the room siting and placed a head on his lap. Clearly, if her trainer was too busy rescuing people, which she did approve of, she was going to have to find her own pets. And since the teaching assistants were busy this boy would have to do. She looked up at him with mournful eyes that betrayed the fact that she was clearly well loved in a clear ploy to garner attention. HoneyLuv was busy snooping in Lancer’s bag for snacks to really pay attention. Besides, he didn’t want to cause any more trouble, not today at least. Maybe tomorrow.
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My work week is starting. I won't have time to write a part until Sunday. I hope that's okay.
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He's going to to parent all them. He will try not to parent any of them because they are all adults and what-not, but he won't be able to help himself. Lancer has had to be a parent since he was 9. It's not an easy set of habits to break. So he and Sylvie will have to find some middle ground. What that middle ground is, I have to clue. But finding out is half the fun.
He's going to to parent all them. He will try not to parent any of them because they are all adults and what-not, but he won't be able to help himself. Lancer has had to be a parent since he was 9. It's not an easy set of habits to break. So he and Sylvie will have to find some middle ground. What that middle ground is, I have to clue. But finding out is half the fun.
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