Laverre City [Poké Ball Factory] l| Dawn || (13)(13)
"You're welcome to join."
The Eevee’s glum expression morphed into a soft smile, unlike the playfully maniacal grin she sported before. Artie hopped to her feet and shook the dust out of her pelt somewhat rudely as she made no effort to scoot away from the other two. Lazarus had spent so much time teaching her to survive that while Artie wasn’t absolutely feral, she did miss some social cues sometimes.
“We should get some boxes, I saw some by where Alirah and Kaneki were before they told me to go play with you.” Conan said. What? Why? This better be good!
Artemis began assisting in the box hunt but found herself instead aweing at Plant’s extra vine hands again. If she had vines like that, she would use them to walk instead of her feet. Wouldn’t that be funny?
She stared, again lacking that key social awareness that watching someone was not only rude but creepy, until a falling tin can jarred her into switching her interest. Plant must’ve been embarrassed because he totally stopped moving when it happened, and Arte was confused. She chuckled, with a paw on her belly and chimed in, “Mama always yells ‘fuck’ when she does that. Literally every single time. Is funny!”
Lazarus, with a huff responded from across the room: “Not EVERY time. Also don’t say fuck.”
A crash interrupted the kiddos' busywork. Artemis whipped her head towards Lazarus with record speed, mouthing Mama with discomfort— but Mama was already on the case.
Lazarus stood, ignoring the painful reminders of her scuffle, and paced the space between the children and where the sound originated. Her paws rattled and to be honest she felt like she would vomit— what if another severed head flew out?? What if something worse emerged?
She yowled anxiously, a sort of self soothing gesture as she remained fixed on where any potential threats lay.