Dong Gua suddenly lands in Rick's lap. Love me. Pay attention to me. Give me treats.
"Ming Yue said no treats for you, Dong Gua." Rick replied, barely glancing up from the skate he was fixing - one of the wheels had finally broke off on the rocks around town and he’d nearly brained himself. His back and sides had been scraped in the fall, but luckily he didn’t kill himself on the way down….
One of these days, I should really get a helmet.
"Mrao!" The cub batted Rick’s elbow, trying to force the skater’s attention, but he just shook his head.
"I’m sorry, little guy - I don’t know what you did but she said no, and she gave me a very stern look to go with it. I’m not gonna test it, okay?"
Suddenly, Rick’s attempts to work around Dong Gua were made that much harder. The cub seemed to have decided that the mini-toolkit and its shiny little tools were the perfect toy-substituted. Rick lifted the gear out of the way, and the cub just stretched to try and get it. He’d turn his back, the cub would climb over his shoulder.
Before long, it had turned into a gymnast’s challenge: Rick twisted into every position he could think of to keep the cat away from the tools. He even wound up upside-down and curled into a pseudo-pretzel (which Dong Gua wove through with ease).
In a last bid for attention, Dong Gua launched himself into Rick’s lap. The tools were knocked aside and the skate and the spare wheels clattered to the floor.
"You’re horrible! A regular booger kitty, y’know that?"
Dong Gua mewed and butted his head against Rick’s chin.
Defeated, Rick sighed and stroked the cub’s ears.
"…. Well, I guess petting you isn’t really a treat. So I shouldn’t get in too much trouble…. Booger.”
((Hehehe, he can’t ignore such a cute pokemon, even when he tries!))
