Husband: Hey looks like someone beat that pyro eevee at the local gym
Me: A… what? you mean a flareon??
Turns out yes, he did mean Flareon. Turns out we’re a good team only in that I was a huge Pokemon nerd back in the day so Gen 1 is my jam, but he’s the one who’s good at games, so he’s looking to like take over Nishio and I’m like sitting here being all “you go for it honey, I just want to have new pokemon friends and get me a vulpix” :P
In which I convey all my frustrations over how ridiculously married Shiro and Keith are while simultaneously procrastinating on all my other fics and delaying my bedtime so I will more than likely keel over in the ICU tomorrow during rounds.