'In other news today, the mayor has stated that-'
Click!
"Pichu!"
'-Stir the egg whites with the flour and butter-'
Click!
"Pigeo!"
'-The mountainous regions of nothern Kantos are-'
Click!
"Pichu pi pi!"
'-I'm not leaving my comrades behind! Who knows what the machi-'
Click!
"Ggeeeeeeeoooooo!"
The clicking of the remote was almost endless; despite this, a small bickerfest was still going on what to watch and when to watch it. Aeon wanted something mindless and destructive. Yamir? He wanted to watch the cooking channel for some odd reason. They just couldn't agree on anything and it was starting to grind on the nerves.
"Okay! Thats enough!"
A hand quickly swiped the remote from the two of them and flicked it back to the Terminator movie playing a few channels back as the two pokemon stopped and stared at the human with oblivious expressions on their faces.
"Don't give me that face, you two." Jen tossed the remote back towards the coffee table (a side glance at the fact it hit the edge and tumbled to the carpet) as a little bundle of neon-blue jumped onto the couch next to her. "I told you before: if your going to argue about a station, pick something random to watch. GAWD!" Flopping back so she was propped up by the couch arm (and wincing a bit as the stiffness of the couch dug into her back a bit), Jen let her fingers mindlessly scratch the little eevee in her lap while the TV blared in the background.
Stupid cops and their itchy trigger fingers...
Because of them, she was stuck in-base. Not allowed to even LOOK at anything heavy and was told the training room was forbidden grounds until she healed, not to mention the doctors had given her five different types of pain pills and complex instructions on when and how to friggin' use them. Add the fact her arm was busted up and bound up in a sling was like adding insult to injury.
"Man....This Ppppppppaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaiiilllzzzzz!"
Jen pouted and glared at the lights. "I hate being bored..."
Click!
"Pichu!"
'-Stir the egg whites with the flour and butter-'
Click!
"Pigeo!"
'-The mountainous regions of nothern Kantos are-'
Click!
"Pichu pi pi!"
'-I'm not leaving my comrades behind! Who knows what the machi-'
Click!
"Ggeeeeeeeoooooo!"
The clicking of the remote was almost endless; despite this, a small bickerfest was still going on what to watch and when to watch it. Aeon wanted something mindless and destructive. Yamir? He wanted to watch the cooking channel for some odd reason. They just couldn't agree on anything and it was starting to grind on the nerves.
"Okay! Thats enough!"
A hand quickly swiped the remote from the two of them and flicked it back to the Terminator movie playing a few channels back as the two pokemon stopped and stared at the human with oblivious expressions on their faces.
"Don't give me that face, you two." Jen tossed the remote back towards the coffee table (a side glance at the fact it hit the edge and tumbled to the carpet) as a little bundle of neon-blue jumped onto the couch next to her. "I told you before: if your going to argue about a station, pick something random to watch. GAWD!" Flopping back so she was propped up by the couch arm (and wincing a bit as the stiffness of the couch dug into her back a bit), Jen let her fingers mindlessly scratch the little eevee in her lap while the TV blared in the background.
Stupid cops and their itchy trigger fingers...
Because of them, she was stuck in-base. Not allowed to even LOOK at anything heavy and was told the training room was forbidden grounds until she healed, not to mention the doctors had given her five different types of pain pills and complex instructions on when and how to friggin' use them. Add the fact her arm was busted up and bound up in a sling was like adding insult to injury.
"Man....This Ppppppppaaaaaahhhhhhaaaaaiiilllzzzzz!"
Jen pouted and glared at the lights. "I hate being bored..."
