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Hey, it's Pidge. Can't answer right now-- Rover quit it! --so leave a message and I'll get back to you when I can.
Rover, what did I say--?!?!

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[marmoron]

Pidge.

[Luckily for her, he doesn't get any further than that because Buggy has decided that pounding on the counter is some kind of game and before Keith can quite stop the ultra beast, he's raised a meaty hand high above the air and brings it down hard. Hopefully she was able to get the coffee out of the way otherwise that mug is getting shattered.

Keith just sighs. Loudly.]

Buggy, go play on the beach.

[He says like the alien understands a word of what he's saying. Buzzwole gives Keith a sturdy shoulder smack then flexes. Keith buckles under the force, but manages to stay upright. With the look of someone who is very badly in need of a drink or three, Keith gestures towards the door then flexes.]

[pidge_out]

[Unfortunately for her, Pidge didn't exactly see Buggy's behavior coming and yep, there goes her coffee. Thankfully the mug doesn't end up under the PokéAlien's fist so it just gets knocked over instead of getting shattered. But of course that sends coffee everywhere, and all over Pidge's shirt and lap.] Fuck! [The exclamation is loud and she hisses in slight pain, the heat of the coffee stinging at her skin through her clothes. She has to pull the fabric of her shirt away from her a bit to let it cool down. As a result she misses that entire... flexing exchange between Keith and his alien friend, much too busy cursing under her breath as she examines all the damage that's been done.]

[marmoron]

[the sharp exclamation from pidge catches buggy's attention yet again, and the way he's looking at her suggests that the alien may have just learned a new word.....

but keith's absolutely not dwelling on this and instead grabs the nearest kitchen towel to drop over the spilt coffee.]

Buggy, just go. [punctuated with a one armed flex and another gesture towards the door.] You okay, PIdge? Sorry about Buggy, he's a handful.

[a big handful. but at least the UB is toddling off towards the door, flexing at any incineroar on the way.....]