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[ The look on his face is a puzzled one. ]

... A pokey-what? Stop makin' up shit, man.

[animated]

Ah, sorry, sorry. I have to remember to keep it dialed back to the 1980's.

Pokemon is this... I dunno, video game-slash-card game-slash-TV series that got huge in like the late 90's. It's all about catching a team of little creatures with different abilities and using them to fight other people's teams of creatures with different abilities.

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[ He wrinkles his nose a little that, frowning. ]

So, like, do they fight each other to the death or somethin'? That seems sort of brutal.

[animated]

Until they "faint". It's better if you don't think about the logistics too seriously. I mean, the main mascot thing is a little yellow mouse that shoots lightning out of its cheeks, so.

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[ Um what u say. ]

... Shit got weird after I left, man.

[animated]

And it wasn't weird in the 80's?

I got three words for you, Peter: Garbage Pail Kids.

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Look, bro. First of all, how dare you.

Second of all-- just. How dare you. Those things were awesome.

[animated]

By what definition? They were so gross.

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Um, yeah, if you weren't awesome.

C'mon, you didn't think they were funny?

[animated]

No, but I wasn't twelve either.

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... Right. You were, like, already ancient.

[ A beat, then, ]

Pretty sure I was six.

[animated]

We're talking about the age thing again. Let's not talk about the age thing again.

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[ Sorry, Charlie!!! Peter grins, undeterred. ]

In fact, I was probably starting second grade. Still trying to get the hang of how addition worked.

[animated]

Wow, shut up.

[ And he will just. Try to hit Peter with his pillow. ]

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[ He raises his arms to block, and he just laughs. ]

If I had known you then? I could've made you some macaroni art. Or a house made of popsicle sticks.

[animated]

[ He's glaring now. Do you see how he's glaring? (It's not a real glare in any way, but dammit, he's trying!) ]

I hate you so much.

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[ Charwin used Mean Look!

It's not very effective... ]

Liar. I'm so likable. 'Sides, you still haven't kicked me out. Is it 'cause you want me to do a fingerpainting for you?

[animated]

Like you would go if I tried to kick you out anyway.

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I mean, I do own the place. Just sayin'.

[animated]

I rest my case.

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Maybe you just need to ask nicely? You haven't even tried.

[animated]

[ He rolls his eyes but tries anyway: ] Peter, would you please get out.

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See? Was that so difficult?

[ he pushes himself up, wincing when he pulls on something weird at his side. Those bruises are going to be a bitch and a half, come morning. ]

All you had to do was ask, Tinker Bell.

[animated]

[ Charlie's eyebrows go up- but he does feel a twinge of guilt when Peter winces (not like he didn't have it coming, but still.) ]

I didn't think it would actually work.

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[ He presses a hand against his side, shrugging. ]

It's the please that really sold it.

And anyway, we-- [ He hesitates for a second before pressing on. ] --sort of had a shitty night. So. Rest is in order, I'm thinking.