[guzma isn't awake to be yelled at, yet, so archie busies himself dealing with the problem in his room. he brings a bucket with salt in the bottom and puts it on the side table next to the bed-- in clear view for any small baby waking up and needing a place to puke in and another bucket of water for arcanine, who seems to have taken up residence on his bed next to blue.
sighing, he shoves a bunch of clothes off the chair next to the wardrobe and pulls it over to sit at the end of the bed, one hand holding a book open to read while he waits for blue to wake up and the other to muss lightly in arcanine's fur, if the fire type will let him. ordinarily, he'd wait outside, but he's slightly worried about the state blue will be in when he finally wakes back up...]
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sighing, he shoves a bunch of clothes off the chair next to the wardrobe and pulls it over to sit at the end of the bed, one hand holding a book open to read while he waits for blue to wake up and the other to muss lightly in arcanine's fur, if the fire type will let him. ordinarily, he'd wait outside, but he's slightly worried about the state blue will be in when he finally wakes back up...]