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Boredom had once again set in and Panther walked to the rec room, knowing there was a TV in there, where he could vedge and not have to think of anything. He had out used his usual options of occupation days ago and until he managed to talk someone else into taking him out again, he was base bound. Today he was beginning to really wish his hand would hurry up and heal.

There was another grunt and two pokemon already in the room. He ignored them for the moment and reached for the remote. The TV was on some show he didn't recognize and he really didn't care to watch. The only one of them that even looked half interested was the pikachu anyways. picking up the remote he plopped on the far end of the couch and took up to channel surfing, looking for something more interesting then what he assumed was a soap opera.

Someone? The pikachu was hardly someone, and she clearly hadn't been watching it. The pikachu was angery, probably because of the removal of the remote. "You weren't watching it." Her grumbled, a bit leaning back on the couch. The fact she was taking up half the couch didn't bother him a bit, he had picked the bigger side after all.

The pikachu looks a bit upset though and that wasn't his original intention. Pokemon were usually content with whatever was on, or at least his were. Then again, Shadow, the one who would be most likely to steal his remote, have very similar tastes in shows. Things that blew up. He gave it a calculating glance, unaware, or uncaring of the other grunt's opinion of his sunglasses.

"Oh, I see." he punched in the number of channel that generally had some kind of action show on and then set the remote under himself. "Tough luck little guy humans have priority over the TV." The sparks bothered him a bit, he wasn't sure of the small pokemon was going to zap him or not. He didn't feel like being hit with an attack at the moment. The last time had been more then enough for this month.

"How about a piece of candy or a bag of chips instead." he tried to bribe the little pokemon. Giving back the remote was out of the question, the TV was for the grunts, and he had earned his keep for the month. Unless that pikachu turned human on him, he was not returning the object of power. That didn't mean he could try to be a little diplomatic about it, first.

Now this was rare, a pokemon that didn't become instantly distracted at the mention of food. Instead the pokemon attacked him, well sort of. The borrowing action reminded him of a moment long ago, TV fights amongst siblings, until dad stepped in that is.

The memory brought a bark of laughter. Unforchantly, he couldn't cover the remote well with his injured hand, so he simply lean onto the remote, pinning it tightly beneath him. "Stubborn little guy aren't you." he grinned at Claire, seeming to think this was more of a game then a nuisance now. "The remote is mine."

Though the rodent was a little chubby, his weight couldn't outmatch human with a 6'2" 165 pound frame, being several times the little pokemon's weight and sufficiently grounded to the couch. Yes there was a little room behind him, but his focus was on the remote which was beside him. he didn't have any room way to reach behind himself, so he simply opted to continue with his position, shifting a little to counter balance the pokemon trying to shove him off the couch. A hand reach along his belt, fumbling for a pokemon, possibly to help him keep the remote. one of the pokeballs got clicked and out popped a Pidgeot who stretched his wings letting out a soft cry.

"Wrong pokemon... Swiftwing? A little help here?" The large bird pokemon assessed the situation and then seemed to decide his trainer could handle it on his own. He walked away fluffing his feathers and then letting them fall back into place and then spotted the other Pidgeot. "Yeah I thought as much." Panther stuck his tongue at the pokemon.

Just because the pokemon could see it, didn't mean he could reach it. the grunt put an elbow into the pikachu's face, refusing to allow passage. "Mine." he growled a little, but his face spoke otherwise. He never noticed Claire's reaction to Swiftwing's sudden presence.

Swiftwing Studied her back. he was completely uninterested in what his human was doing, this was normal behavior for the childish grunt. How his human thought he could take on a pokemon he would never know.

This pidgeot before him was unlike any he had ever seen before, all in a honey gold feathering, and she seemed to be warding him off. Letting out a soft coo, he ducked his head to begin preening. He'd rather be outside flying, but clearly Panther had made a mistake when reaching for his pokemon. He clearly wanted shade, the little ghost who would blindly do anything the human wanted.

When teeth came close to bare skin, the grunt reacted in a was that was most particular. He shot strait up and onto his feet. "Don't you dare bite me!" he turned and snapped off his glasses glaring at the pikachu with the full intensity of a very angery grunt. However, this left the remote free for the taking.

Despite her pretty looks, the other pidgeot seemed, well, a little full of herself for Swiftwing's tastes. His head swiveled up and around, looking at his human when he began to shout. Seemed the Pikachu had won, what did the human expect?