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“They better not..” Though, he was nonetheless thankful as it turned out, these Sliggoo at least, would cooperate and do as they were told.. Arceus, he’d missed the ground.

“It- it’s okay. I just wish they’d stop getting out! I’m getting tired of essentially showering every day because of it. And I don’t want to get stuck to the ceiling again- wouldn’t recommend it.”

“Plus, they seem to really like you... I wonder why.” Oh well. Hand on one of Lyric’s slimy shoulders, he started steering him towards the safety showers. Ever since the sliggo had started getting out more and more, they’d thankfully made the water a little warmer on one of them. Not exactly a hot shower, but at least nobody would freeze to death. Henry just rinsed his hand under one of the normal cold ones, leaving the warm one to the clown.

“I’ll go get you a fresh uniform.”

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“You wouldn’t be so calm if it was you on the ceiling, Henry,” Lyric barked right back, irritable as ever. But it was justified- how else would one react to being glued to the ceiling. He wasn’t afraid of heights, but he wasn’t fond of them.. and being on the shorter side everything felt farther down, taller than it actually was.

Thin lips in a very deep frown, he pouted as he glanced towards the newly released Sliggoo, doing his best to relax a little more while the worked at him. “If they drop me, I’m gonna fall on you. I hope you know that.”

“They won’t, don’t worry.” And true to his reassurances, it was only a few minutes until Lyric was safely on the ground- though Henry stayed below him until his feet touched the tile.

“There... sorry about that.” That was the third time this week the sliggo had gotten out, and they still couldn’t find out how they were doing it! “Let’s get you to the showers so you can clean up.”

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NEW VERSE: After the Fall

This verse is with my Gladion ( @hvrriccne) as Aether’s president after the events of Sun/Moon. Henry is generally more pleasant, and much happier in this verse, actually happy to live and work in Aether.

#Verse: After the Fall

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“Calm your tits, we’ll get you down soon...” He had to admit it was a little funny at least, though he was worried about Lyric being scared of heights. So far that didn’t seem to be the case, but... better to get him down sooner rather than later. So he released a few more sliggo, these ones thankfully more obedient than the trickster that put Lyric on the ceiling.

“Help him down, okay?” And with that, the three dragons made their way up the walls, ready to help the man gently down.

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The crowbar was about to come out… But the mushroom gremlin takes her out in an instant.

Shadow manages to escape his ball, standing over his trainer with a growl. His intent is to grab her and bolt, but if there’s resistance…

The fairy was pulled into Henry’s arms, both of them glowering at the dog.

“Don’t try it. I’m done here.” And with that, he turned around again, walking off while the mushroom made a face at the two over Henry’s shoulder.

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And there’s the glint in dark eyes and the lopsided grin–Bad, really, considering her situation–

“Because dogs that BITE get muzzled and put in a cage!”

Alright, that hit a little close to home. With no more than a point from her trainer, Shiinotic reached under her cap, pulling out large bundles of spores and chucking them at Onyx.

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ALRIGHT time for me to take a fuckening shower brb

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“I’m FOURTEEN you f-fucking ASSHOLE!” Where’s her crowbar? No, no, Petrel wouldn’t want…

…But that doesn’t stop Onyx from chucking and empty pokeball at the back of his head.

Oops. On instinct, Henry sent out his shiinotic, nearly snarling at Onyx.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t leave you passed out on the ground.”

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Whoop. And there’s the nerve, struck, struck, struck! “Don’t you h-have a kennel to get back to?”

“You know what? You aren’t even worth my time. I’m not going to waste my time talking to a ten year old.” And he turned around, walking away, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

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