Ethan gets the first phonecall when his lips are wrapped firmly around Morty's dick.

He sighs (through his nose, of course).

"Just a second," he says after pulling up with a wet pop, and flips open his Pokégear. "Hello?"

"Hello, Ethan? I just wanted to call and tell you that your Magikarp is holding an egg! We're not sure how it—"

"Hang on a second," Ethan interrupts, frowning. He pauses to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. "I have a Magikarp?"

The Daycare Man (Ethan has never bothered to learn his name, as he often doesn't with a lot of guys—it seems terrible, but really, it was such a waste of time) pauses. "Yes, Ethan. You left her with us some months ago—July, I believe."

"Oh." Ethan smiles sweetly up at Morty, who's watching the darkness swirl on the ceiling of his gym. Whatever it is—Ethan has no idea, since he and Morty don't exactly talk much. "Well, um. I'll go and check that out. Uh. Soon?"

He flips his Pokégear shut.