WKT-RP: A Cosmic Disturbance

For a change, the estate was quiet. 

Dexter had positioned himself in his usual relaxation spot, the sofa, because even alien scientists need their rest. Despite it clearly not being big enough for his size, dangling his long limbs over the edges was comfy enough for him. Having his son flopped over his back, not so much, but the boy was no longer running about, and that, was a gift in itself. Besides. Had it of been his mother he wouldn’t of complained, he was used to having the little god perched on his back when ever she was round.

Devon too seemed to have taken a liking to Dex’s sofa, and while the mareep wasn’t known for sharing, he seemed to make an exception for the little glameow. The two of them were very alike at the end of the day, and providing he got to have most of the space, he couldn’t really care less. 

The glameow let out a slight purr as he cleaned his fur, it was always a strange sight to see with the giant bubble that rested round his head, like a little space helmet that just didn’t seem to pop. And trust me when i say it was the first thing Dex had tried to do when they first met. The space cat’s tailed moved like that of a happy puppy as he licked at his paws, just barely missing the head of his sofa mate with each swish.

A suddenly light however caught his attention mid lick, causing him to pause and turn his direction out the large bay window. His eyes widening with interest at the sight before as he lowered his paw to rest on top of the other. Outside were 2 pokemon that he could tell, and some sort of ball? Rock? He couldn’t work it out. He vaguely recognised the taller of the two as Dex’s space cloud son, but only as he somewhat resembled the brother currently out for the count below him. The other one however he had no clue. 

Devon tilted his head. The two mons outside seemed to be bickering based on there movements, but he had no idea what the two of them were arguing about. A smiled appearing on his muzzle, he tilted his head back over his shoulder briefly to look over at Dexter.

“Say Dex, Is it your turn to watch your offspring today?”

Taken aback slightly at the sudden voice amongst the silence, he opened his eyes partly, not bothering to look for himself he just seemed to mumble. “Huh? Not that I know of, why?”

“The leggy one is out the front with someone else, they also seem to be arguing over a ball” he purred, finding it a little humorous. The smaller houndour resembled the other two kids with the typical cosmos traits, plus with that red/orange colouring…He grinned “You do only have two kids right?”

Dex paused, wondering what on earth the glameow was on about, but before he could actively question it a large shout caught his attention instead.

"OH MISTER DOCTOR LEG'S DAD, GET YOUR WEIRD BUTT OUT HERE, LEG BROKE OUR MOM!!!"

Devon’s fur bristled at the sound, not expecting such a sudden noise after failing to hear them before. Beckett on the other hand didn’t move an inch, the one bonus was that when he eventually got to sleep, he was practically dead to the world.

"I DID NOT!!!"

That is until Dex propped himself up to peer out the window for himself, causing him to fall off his father and land on the rug on the floor, letting out a small bleat of surprise as he looked up confused and surprised, his feathers ruffled. 

“Hey!” he grumbled, getting to his little hooves and shaking himself off, while Dex on the other hand payed little attention, after hearing his other son outside. What on earth was he doing here? he tilted his head, looking out at the pokemon on the gravel outside And who is that? he wondered, noticing the little space dour. 

Curiosity getting the better of him, he dragged himself off the sofa and stepped over to Beckett. Figuring he might as well take his half asleep son out to see his brother, he picked him up by the scruff and quickly teleported the two of them out into the front garden before he could start complaining. Leaving Devon to observe the happens from the window itself.

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Beckett huffed as Dex put him back on the ground. The little sheep was ready to complain until he noticed his brother, a big grin on his face as he bounced on over. His father following slowly behind him.

“HI LEG!” he bleated excitedly, his little tail wagging until he noticed his brother was not alone. “Who the hell is that?” he quickly questioned, tactless as ever as he pointed a hoof out to Dur, all the while practically hiding under his brothers long legs as though he was some kind of giant floofy shield. It was at this point he noticed the ball that was his mother, not that he knew that was the case at the time, but before he could even question it, his father did for him.

“What’s this about your mother?” he quizzed, remembering the outburst. There was no way something could of happened to Hoo, surely? She was a god, and she certainly was not the kind of mon to ‘brake’ as the strange little space dour had claimed….right? Taking a step towards them, he lowered his head down to sniff at the ball himself, his head tilted as he inspected it closely, before gently nudging it with his nose. His face seemed to fall just a touch, it was most certainly Hoo, he’d know her anywhere, even if she did look completely different. Gently pushing his front legs forward he slid to the ground, his long legs either side of the purple orb as he kept his face close, inspecting the little body inside. What on earth had happened to his little space goddess?

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