[Don't question his logic, okay. It's flawless. There's a difference between a Strider ninja and an actual ninja-ninja that John couldn't honestly put into words if anybody were to ask but he knows it's there. It's a fine distinction that causes him to see ninja-ninjas as a bigger threat, despite the fact that Dave's skills and prowess are honestly on about the same level.]
Well it wasn't going to work if you weren't on edge a little! But okay, next time I'll stick to the classics. You can fully expect to find a bucket full of pumpkin guts above a door at some point next year. You won't know when or which door...but you will know full well that it was intended for you.
But yeah, alright.
[John slips his glasses back on as they make their way downstairs. Last thing he needs is to make this worse by tripping because he can't see or something. Imhotep follows after them, though hangs back a little. It's almost as though he's aware of the fact that He Done Fucked Up, despite the fact that most (if not all) of the blame lies with John. But hey, creepy though he is, the Cofagrigus loves his master and wants to make sure he's okay.]
[...Though he's pretty sure Elliot the Dusknoir is going to ream his ghostly ass for actually going along with this instead of being sensible. Oh boy, lets put off Ghost Dad finding out about this for as long as possible, can we?]
[John takes a seat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently for Dave to dig through the ice box and staring vaguely out the window. Imhotep settles himself by the door, still hesitant to come too close until John beckons him over, reaching up and the Cofagrigus's "head".]
Come on now, why the long face? You did good, this wasn't your fault. Barely even hurts, I promise! [Which is...basically a lie because it does hurt but, you know. Gotta make sure the Pokémon doesn't worry.] You can go back outside with the everyone else, I'm in good hands with Dave. [Imhotep makes a vaguely upset-sounding noise, flexing the fingers on all four of his hands, which causes John to giggle.] Yes, I know you have twice as many hands as he does, but really, he knows what he's doing. [He paps the ghost, who seems to Get It at that point and leaves the room, though not without a few backward glances at both boys while doing so.]
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Well it wasn't going to work if you weren't on edge a little! But okay, next time I'll stick to the classics. You can fully expect to find a bucket full of pumpkin guts above a door at some point next year. You won't know when or which door...but you will know full well that it was intended for you.
But yeah, alright.
[John slips his glasses back on as they make their way downstairs. Last thing he needs is to make this worse by tripping because he can't see or something. Imhotep follows after them, though hangs back a little. It's almost as though he's aware of the fact that He Done Fucked Up, despite the fact that most (if not all) of the blame lies with John. But hey, creepy though he is, the Cofagrigus loves his master and wants to make sure he's okay.]
[...Though he's pretty sure Elliot the Dusknoir is going to ream his ghostly ass for actually going along with this instead of being sensible. Oh boy, lets put off Ghost Dad finding out about this for as long as possible, can we?]
[John takes a seat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently for Dave to dig through the ice box and staring vaguely out the window. Imhotep settles himself by the door, still hesitant to come too close until John beckons him over, reaching up and the Cofagrigus's "head".]
Come on now, why the long face? You did good, this wasn't your fault. Barely even hurts, I promise! [Which is...basically a lie because it does hurt but, you know. Gotta make sure the Pokémon doesn't worry.] You can go back outside with the everyone else, I'm in good hands with Dave. [Imhotep makes a vaguely upset-sounding noise, flexing the fingers on all four of his hands, which causes John to giggle.] Yes, I know you have twice as many hands as he does, but really, he knows what he's doing. [He paps the ghost, who seems to Get It at that point and leaves the room, though not without a few backward glances at both boys while doing so.]