♕ FOURTEENTH COMMAND | VIDEO

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[Good afternoon, Johto! Archer is seated at a desk, glancing over a list of papers when the feed turns on. He smirks at the camera after a moment and folds his hands.]

I have several eggs here that I'd like to sell. I'm willing to give anyone who replies on this channel half off. I can assure you, the eggs are definitely worth it.

[It's shortly followed by a list. It's missing ten of the eggs, but that's nothing you need to worry about~ The feed ends there.]

[Several minutes later a public broadcast goes out featuring the same list, plus ten other eggs.]

As you can see, I have quite a few eggs I need to sell. The prices and egg moves are listed, just let me know which ones you're interested and--

[He's suddenly interrupted by a Tynamo floating into the screen near him. Archer tries to shoo her away, but that just seems to upset her. She moves to latch her x-shaped mouth onto his hand and shocks him.

Archer yelps and tries to pull her off, finding it impossible. Clearly there's only one solution.]

Kimblee!

[...yell for his Kimblee, obviously. The feed cuts out there.

It comes back on shortly thereafter, with Archer looking even more pissed than usual. His hand is bandaged though the injury doesn't seem to be too bad. Tynamo aren't very powerful, after all.]

As I was saying, I'll send the eggs wherever you need them, either through the Centers or with one of my Flying-types. Thank you for your time.

[And end feed!]

Comments

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[Archer stares down at their hands for a moment, as if he'd completely forgotten that he was holding Kimblee's.]

...I'll prove myself.

[He still sounds a bit sullen, but that statement is quite clear. He won't tolerate failure of any sort.]

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...you know I'm not refusing to follow you still, don't you?

[Just. Going to verify that, all right?]

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...

[Thank you for verifying that, alright. For a moment Archer's expression nearly mirrors Kimblee's "whole brain is crying" one, but he relaxes quickly.]

Of course. You'd have a hell of a time finding a replacement for me.

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[You had no idea, did you?]

I have no intention of replacing you, Archer. I've told you that before; I tend to keep my word.

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[None whatsoever.]

Good. I wouldn't accept anything less.

[Thank you so much, okay.]

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[This is gonna suck, Archer.]

Of course. As long as you require my services, then, you'll continue to have them.

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[...yeah, pretty much.]

Excellent.

[...]

And thank you.

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You don't have to thank me for anything, you know.

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Yes, well. Take it or leave it.

[TSUN THO]

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[Oh, that's amused him.]

You don't need to be like that, either.

[Though his expression tightens a bit after that's out there; he isn't displeased, just...very awkward and trying not to display it too blatantly.]

After all - friends, aren't we?

[Very, very awkward. He's smirking still, but it's more because he doesn't know what else to do with his face; almost nervous, but not quite.

...yeah, he kind of understands why you tend to acknowledge things like this in a wave of tsuntsun and profanity.]

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[Oh god, he can see why you make that face so often...]

Well... yes, of course we are.

[It's not something they've ever needed to verify. Of course he's verified it before (just to make sure) but hearing Kimblee say it is different somehow.

But he relaxes again after a moment, tightening his grip on Kimblee's hand.]

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...of course we are.

[MAYBE IF HE REPEATS THAT ENOUGH

IT WILL MAKE HIM WANT TO DIE A LITTLE LESS]

Yes. Well.

[...............]

Well...

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[.................

You don't mind if he bursts out laughing, right?]

There's no need to be so ridiculous about it.

[Though that's said teasingly; he knows he's usually overly defensive about things like this for no real reason. It's a joke at his expense, gasp!!]

1/3 - it's been a while since you've gotten a chain out of him

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[...

Archer, was that - ]

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[it was]

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[THANK YOU]

Oh? And I suppose you would know...?

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Oh I'd know better than anyone, Kimblee. You know that.

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It never seems to stop you, however.

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Of course not. It's not exactly something I can control.

[UH OH HERE WE GO AGAIN]

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[Yep. Yep...]

I might be disappointed otherwise; it's almost endearing.

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It is not!

[GREAT JOB KIMBLEE, BONUS POINTS AWARDED]

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[WHAT CAN HE SAY, HE'S THE BEST AT WHAT HE DOES~]

Oh, come now, would I lie to you?

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[You don't mind if he just claims your shoulder and tsuns into it, right? Because that's what he's doing. UGH UGH UGH KIMBLEE YOU'RE AWFUL]

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[Well, outside of the usual tensing that that gets, he relaxes into it easy enough, his free hand promptly burying itself in Archer's hair, tousling it lightly before running through it.]

Yes, I know; I'm terrible.

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Absolutely horrible.

[But that's muffled and made of tsun, so don't take him too seriously. Besides, the hair-playing is nice, okay.]