#extra note: zangoose's claws are completely swaddled in fluff shes angrily trying to smack it off

[lycianlynx]

cotton guarding from a cotton scoundrel // kurthnaga + chad

starter for @goldoanheart

Huh. Isn’t it still a bit too cold for Swablu migration to start up? They normally don’t come around here, either, farther inland as it is, and certainly not so close to the ground. Though there’s a river nearby they could easily frolic in, the sight of one has them so soon has them raising their brows. Is it lost? Confused? Abandoned? It’s always hard to tell with these guys, as friendly as they usually are...

This one’s as fearless as the rest, swooping onto their picnic blanket, plucking up four fresh pokeblocks shamelessly and all at once and wolfing them down. “Hey!” Chad snaps. The Swablu looks up at them innocently, beak stuffed. Nik, their Linoone, chuffs, but Zangoose bristles, growling, wildly displeased with the theft — The Swablu turns back around and puffs itself up defiantly.

“Good grief—” They grumble, grabbing the bowl they’d just set out so the Swablu doesn’t take more; The pokemon instead dances right onto his wrist, featherlight, and snatches up another, chewing loudly and happily. Something in Zangoose snaps, though— She lunges to swat at the little cotton ball of a pokemon, misses, and smacks Chad’s arm with her blunt paw instead. “Ow! Knock it off, both of you!”

Swablu has no need to listen to them, though. It pecks defiantly at Zangoose’s outstretched arm, and she rears back with a yowl, and— shiiiing— Ah shit, there’s the claws. Nik’s already scampering out of the way, not wanting any of this. Chad, conversely, doesn’t have much of a choice.

“Zangoose!” Chad snaps, but Arceus, they already know she hates having her food touched. Claws sink into the picnic blanket where the Swablu was just moments ago, and sink into where the Swablu, once again, was, next, the Swablu pecking and biting in retaliation with every miss— The two are easily ripping the blanket to shreds and tipping over all five water cups that had been set up, before the Swablu comes to rest on Chad’s head, happily chewing away at another five fucking pokeblocks, and Zangoose is so blindly furious at this point that the boy can barely do more than duck; But suddenly their face is full of cotton rather than claws, and Zangoose is yelling in indignation, and the Swablu’s chirping just as indignantly.

They pat around blindly at their head. It’s completely enveloped in fluff. C. Cotton Guard? Probably? Swablu hasn’t budged from its perch on top of them, either, so they can’t tell what Zangoose is doing, but she’s clearly not attacking anymore; Definitely snarling in another direction with the accompanying sound of thumping grass. Nik’s come back and settled on their lap with a sound like a cackle. They’re probably not in danger.

“Get off.” They try to tell the Swablu. A beak pokes through the cotton to bite their head for their efforts. “Ow! Dude, get the fuck off!! Ask nicely if you’re hungry!”

Another peck. “Ow!” They notably don’t try to force the bugger off, but it’s a close thing. “Stop bein’ a brat!”