EASTER EGG HUNT #2

Verai moved through the nursery with a practiced quiet. Stepping around sleeping pokemon was much the same as stepping around sleeping kittens. He paused, picking up a little chew toy, some green-tinged... creature. This was returned, slowly, to the basket, and he moved in again. He stepped over to an emolga, curled into a ball... on the edge of a blanket. In lieu of taking and folding it, he simply tucked the pokemon in, and quietly moved elsewhere.

He glanced over to see if Kitty was helping- only to see the little skitty curled up, nestled against a pile of ratatta. He huffed a little sigh, got them all a blanket to share, and continued with his cleaning.

Verai glanced over as he was addressed, seeing a bright eyed woman looking his way. "There's too much of a mess..." He agreed, eyes falling to the piles of sleeping pokemon. "But we should be able to get this cleaned up quickly."

They both had very different goals.

He watched the munna drift past, slow and quiet, before turning and resuming his task of cleaning up. Even now, he moved with utmost care, trying to avoid disturbing the pokemon as much as possible as he retrieved toys, blankets, and stray food dishes.

He glanced back at the woman, seeing less cleaning and more... rifling. "Hey," He called back, just as quiet. "What are you doing?"

Verai frowned. Looking for eggs? This was a daycare- there's no conceivable reason for an egg to be here. In fact, this was the last place eggs should be- rambunctious kittens and valuable fragile items did not mix. At all. Did this woman not understand that? His ears pinned backwards in irritation. "We're meant to be cleaning the daycare," Verai whispered back. "That's what we were asked to do."

He turned away from her, ducking to pick up more fallen blankets, and very gingerly retrieve a jingle-bell toy. It wouldn't do to make a racket and wake everyone now, dreamy pokemon or no. But... Tucked behind one of the sleeping kits was something egg-shaped. Verai retrieved it, to find it... plastic, with little holes in the top to keep someone from choking on it, and filled with- some little dried treats. The thought occurred to be petty- to roll it towards the woman, perhaps with or without a snide remark- But Verai took a breath. He pocketed the little bright treat egg, and kept about his task, regardless of what she was doing.

Verai felt his ears pin further at another, equally condescending voice. He turned to shoot a glare back at the other young woman. At least she was also being quiet. Even if she was still being wrong. "If you want to look for something to take," He said, growling softly over the word. Clearly, he disapproved. "Do so on your own time. Not when you should be busy helping others." Did they both forget that the daycare had asked for aid, and not to be ransacked?

Shaking his head in paternal disappointment, he turned his full, pinned and unhappy, attention to the daycare itself. Whatever those two were doing, he was not going to be part of it. He was going to look after the daycare, for the little ones sleeping here, and nothing more. He certainly wasn't going to steal eggs. From a daycare.

Her back was turned to Verai, but she rolled his eyes all the same. "Whatever you say, mister. But, if I find any eggs, I'll just remember that you had no interest in giving one of them a home." Besides, she was still cleaning, wasn't that her still helping like she was asked? Apparently, this other guy was just hyperfocused on doing only the good, and not thinking outside the box, or in this case, the daycare.

She was at a loss.

Either way, there was certainly no point in talking with someone who seemed to be so narrow-minded with what they were doing today. Athysh looked over at Tuesday as she spoke again. "I agree. If these eggs aren't claimed, what happens to them? Do they just sit and not get the chance to hatch?" Athysh visibly shuddered, "I'd hate to think that was the fate of the poors eggs that aren't found or claimed."

Were Tuesday and Athsyh teaming up, unknowingly, to make Verai feel bad with his remarks? Athysh couldn't speak for Tuesday, but the blue haired gardener certainly was.

It was fun.

Right there and then, Tuesday decides she likes this Athysh person. She clearly knows what Tuesday herself is talking about, at least, and that sure is an improvement when compared to that old cat-man over there.

When he starts berating them about eggs, the Alchemist pauses, quirking a brow while eyes of ruby and sapphire fixate on Verai.

"Dude, it's a game for kids." No, Mars doesn't know much about hatching eggs in real life — other than what is obvious and intuitive, of course. He doesn't need to know any of that. Tuesday, however... Tuesday has hatched her fair share of eggs in UNOVR, and when it comes to them, she sure does know what she's talking about. "The only eggs that require any effort to hatch here are legendary ones. Trust me, I would know."

She sure does, her own Kyogre is proof, as is the Articuno egg that hasn't hatched just yet. Why is she bothering with telling Verai all this, though?

Well... Maybe she pities him.

Maybe this is her good deed for the week.

"Though... If you'd like to test your logic out yourself, maybe you can sit on that one over there to keep it warm." A slight yet ever so mischievous smirk finds its way to Tuesday's rosy lips, and nonchalant as ever, she gestures towards Verai. To be specific: to the half-hidden egg that's almost right to him.

She hopes he'll take the bait, it'd be hilarious to see him sitting on an egg.

Verai let out a long, incredibly suffering sigh. He was aware this was a game, that he was still in Hokkaido. But that wasn't an excuse to be rude to others, characters or no. It was very easy to be rude and callous with the dismissal of something be a game, being not real. But being kind even when it was difficult meant something.

And, was it currently difficult.

His ears had not unpinned from when the women had started, pinned flat against his skull in scarcely-bridled anger. "This being a game for children on further enforces what I'm saying." He said, voice a little curt. Children needed to be shown what the right thing to do was- Which wasn't tearing apart a nursery, belittling someone, or... sitting on an egg.

His eyes fell to it, and he slowly ducked, picking it up very gently, as if it were- well, eggshell. "It isn't about how easy something is. It's about the care you put into it." Verai moved to retrieve Kitty, lifting the still asleep skitty onto his shoulders, and wrapping the blanket she'd been under around the egg.

Once bundled, the egg wiggled, and split, a little pink face peering out uncertainly. <Hello?> A voice warbled, somewhat timid. "It's alright," Verai coaxed, letting the pokemon wiggle free of more eggshell, and crawl- still covered in egg fluid- into his arms proper. "These creatures are... code." He said, sounding a bit uncertain himself. "But they were still given personalities. They react to us, to what we do. Kindness to them, much like kindness to each other, is never wasted."