>Another gray-red blur, huffing and puffing in excitement, sped past your feet.
>You steadied yourself for the third time halting to regain your footing.
>Glass plates clinked against the juice.
>Silverware almost spilled off the edge, and you nudged it back into place with your thumb.
>How many are there?
>Three. Three at least.
>Probably.
>Hard enough balancing the breakfast tray on its own.
>You’d overfilled it with food in the hope of only making one trip.
>And it was doubly hard thanks to your…
>It’s still surreal thinking the words: your ‘nieces and nephews’ dashing underfoot.
>Could tripping you be their plan?
>You have the sneaking suspicion they were working to steal your breakfast.
>The ones brave enough to leave their mother’s mane and explore beyond the guest bedroom spied on you preparing it, with varying degrees of success.
>With most of your focus on the eggs and pancakes, you never laid eyes on one for long.
>Most elected to peek from around corners and legs of kitchen chairs.
>The skilled ones probably blended in without you ever noticing.
>You looked around you’re the floor, again seeing none of the little gremlins dashing throughout.
“Careful!” You scolded no one in particular. “Careful.”
>Another two scampered to your right, snickering and yipping in their sibling tongue.
>How many of them understood English, you wondered.
>At least one, you figured.
>Perhaps the eldest, you weren’t sure.
>The one who called you uncle.
>Given how integrated these Pokémon were in human society, you assumed they were taught from a young age.
>The bedroom door, thankfully, was ajar.
>You hadn’t thought how you’d enter without spare hands.
>Muffled noise from the television became clear after you nudged the door open with a foot.
It's always nice when relatives visit. Mostly.
Will continue with more Rusefox tomorrow
Give suggestions. Got a plan for how I want to continue it, but I'll incorporate some ideas if they fit.
