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[In the very early hours of the morning--so early that the sun hasn't risen yet--a paw bats at Reid's communicator, turning it on.]
Don't play with that, Ellie.
[Reid picks up the communicator, making the video shake and wobble until it stabilizes with him putting it aside on a table.
In the dim light provided by the moon coming from the window, Spencer Reid lies curled on a couch, a fussy Eevee in his lap, continually pawing at him and twitching her ears irritably.]
I get it, I get it, you're tired. But you can't fall asleep if you're squirming everywhere.
[She makes a pained noise, the noise only children too tired to fall asleep make. He scratches behind one of her ears with one hand, holding something obscured from the camera in his lap with the other.]
Just breathe, okay? Here--
[He knows how to calm his fussy Eevee down.
( Cut for embedded video. )
As the music flows, the Eevee slowly calms down, her ears perking and her eyes drooping. As he continues, she rests her head against the edge of the couch, closing her eyes.
When he's finished, it looks like she's asleep, and the sun begins to peak over the horizon, light filtering through the window. He carefully moves the Eevee from his lap, shifting out of the camera frame whilst rubbing his eyes.
When he's turned away, the Eevee opens her eyes again, blinking out at the sun, and she starts to glow. Slowly, the glow drowns out her entire form, and when the glow fades, she's an Espeon.
Then the Espeon turns to look at the communicator's camera, her double tail lashing side to side, and she gives something that looks very much like a smile.]
Don't play with that, Ellie.
[Reid picks up the communicator, making the video shake and wobble until it stabilizes with him putting it aside on a table.
In the dim light provided by the moon coming from the window, Spencer Reid lies curled on a couch, a fussy Eevee in his lap, continually pawing at him and twitching her ears irritably.]
I get it, I get it, you're tired. But you can't fall asleep if you're squirming everywhere.
[She makes a pained noise, the noise only children too tired to fall asleep make. He scratches behind one of her ears with one hand, holding something obscured from the camera in his lap with the other.]
Just breathe, okay? Here--
[He knows how to calm his fussy Eevee down.
( Cut for embedded video. )
As the music flows, the Eevee slowly calms down, her ears perking and her eyes drooping. As he continues, she rests her head against the edge of the couch, closing her eyes.
When he's finished, it looks like she's asleep, and the sun begins to peak over the horizon, light filtering through the window. He carefully moves the Eevee from his lap, shifting out of the camera frame whilst rubbing his eyes.
When he's turned away, the Eevee opens her eyes again, blinking out at the sun, and she starts to glow. Slowly, the glow drowns out her entire form, and when the glow fades, she's an Espeon.
Then the Espeon turns to look at the communicator's camera, her double tail lashing side to side, and she gives something that looks very much like a smile.]
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