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The stars in the night sky twinkle as you run all the way back to the Pokemon Center. If you can just act like nothing happened, then everything will be just dandy, no one has to know, no one has to know of what went on today.
Fortunately, there are no further troubles in your pursuit. You make it to the Pokemon Center without any villainy or malevolence, "Good, good, GODDAMN GREAT!"
You head inside and run all the way back to your room. You slip in your trainer card, open the door, recall Froakie, and as much as you want to collapse on the bed and relax, you can't.
Now you have to take off all your clothes again and get into bed. This isn't too difficult a task though, your endeavor to get this done as quickly as possible causes your clothes to be haphazardly tossed around the room as if you've just finished getting through a hot bout of sex.
You collapse on the bed once the ordeal is finally over, clad in only a shirt and boxers. Your heart is thumping immensely, you wonder if she picked up the accidental hint towards your identity, what if the Smokescreen doesn't hold.
WHAT WHAT WHAT IF.
You relax again, loosening your muscles and getting less and less tense. You just have to kick back and relax, maybe sleep so that by the time she gets here, she won't question a thing.
"Y-Yeah, great idea!"
So with that, you end the day as you collapse in bed. Christmas is practically over by this point. Stores are closing, dawn is mere hours away, and everything is slowly going back to normal.
You close your eyes, and attempt to get some rest.
But not five seconds later, they snap open.
You never got her a present."...fuck."
