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Bonnie ([personal profile] pokepochette) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2016-10-30 05:17 pm
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[CLOSED] Sad Children Aren't Bad Children

Who: Bonnie & Psi
What: Bonnie can't sleep and is sad. Psi attempts to dad.
Where: Psi's Trailer
When: Nighttime - Backdated to before Event
Warnings: N/A

It doesn't take a physic to figure out that Psi's new roommate is, well, rather unhappy with her current situation. Sure, it's not like Bonnie isn't grateful for the offer she was given to stay with the candy corn horned troll, but that doesn't make accepting everything any easier. The little bed she's been given is comfortable and she has enough blankets to keep warm, but it's hard to sleep. Dedenne's beside her - he always is - but he's not her brother. Trying to think of it as an extended sleepover doesn't work too well either. She had Serena then to keep her company and it wasn't like Clemont would be away from her for too long. This wouldn't be like then, though. A year was still, in her mind, unfathomable.

She tries to be quiet and not cry, tries to be a big girl and remind herself that it's not going to be forever...but it's hard. She's jealous of Dedenne, who has no trouble falling asleep, despite his concerns for his owner. If only she could be like him - at least she could get through the night easier that way. Maybe a drink of water would be good to have. Wiping her eyes with the edge of one of the blankets given to her she slips from her bed, quietly shuffling through the trailer toward the kitchenette. Puffy eyes do their best to guide her through the dimly lit trailer until she reaches the sink. There's a cupboard off to the side with its door ajar enough that a few cups can be seen inside. The only problem is that it's hanging above her, just out of reach, despite her best attempts to get at it on her tiptoes. Not one to be deterred she decides to try and climb atop the counter to reach it, knocking a few knicknacks off the surface in the process.

"Ah...oops."

No Psi, it's not your cat knocking over things. It's the little human girl you've decided to take under your wing.
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-16 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
The Psionic blinks the spots from his eyes as she turns the light on. Quietly he watches her get the food as Disciple rubs on Bonnie's legs eagerly. He takes the bag to put it back, but glances at the ingredients at her question.

"Um.. I guess chicken, carrots, rice? That kind of stuff." he really never thought about what was in the food. It was food for cats, Disciple was a cat. There wasn't really much more to his thought process than that. He looked up to Bonnie. She was a young human girl, she came from a totally different world than he did, she had a totally different life than he did. It went without saying really.

He sighed, sitting on the floor and resting his head against the cabinets. He'd sort of been expecting her to take care of herself, but that wasn't how it worked for humans, was it? Still, she'd done okay so far, she'd gotten to get her own water, she took care of her own pet. Just because you could do something though, didn't mean you should.

"Trolls don't have families like humans do. We usually live by ourselves... So if there's something you need I might not be able to tell right away. Don't hesitate to tell me things, okay?"

It was a lot to ask of a kid her age, she couldn't have been more than 5 sweeps. Still, when in doubt it was best to be totally honest, that's what he'd been taught at least. He looks over to Bonnie.

"You said you can't sleep alone, so, do you want to share with me?"
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-16 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
He's surprised when she comes over to sit in his lap. He doesn't recognize the action at all, as no ones ever done it before, so he doesn't even realize what she's doing until she's already in his lap. He looks down at her as she hugs him, before tentatively hugging her back. Was this how you were supposed to act with children? He wasn't sure, but he had to trust that Bonnie would tell him if he made a mistake. She was being honest with him right now.

"Okay. Do you need anything specific to get to sleep?"
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
He nods, letting her snuggle close. If it helps he's more than happy to hug her. He holds her, just letting her calm down, before he picks her up and carries her back to her room.

"Is Dedenne in here?"
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-17 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
It does take him a bit to spot the little mouse. When he finally sees him he smiles, before psionicaly floating the pokemon over to them.

"Good thing he's tiny, otherwise there might not be enough room for all three of us."
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-17 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
The Psionic just laughs, turning around, her bag and Dedenne turning with the. The pokemon floats beside them as they walk over to the Psionic's room instead. "I'm not sure if it's lucky, but it is convenient."

Is Dedenne still asleep right now? He is a deep sleeper.

"If you can't sleep that's fine too. I stay up pretty late most of the time anyway. We can play games or basically do whatever until you get tired enough to fall asleep!"
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[personal profile] dorkypantsuit 2016-11-17 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
In fact, holding her is very easy. She's pretty light, he doesn't even need his psionics to move her around.

"A story?" he knew a few, there were more than a few troll fairy tales, but he never cared for them really. Of course every lowblood had one story or another about a highblood getting their comeuppance, but something like that wouldn't really make sense to a human. He knew plenty of ghost stories, but maybe Bonnie scared easily? So that was also out.

"A story..." He wanted to tell her something happy, not scary or sad so stories about his own life were probably out. The Disciple had always been the storyteller of their group, maybe something she would say.

"Well, I guess I can, but it might not be very good. What kind of stories do you like?"