>>15861619Some day. Maybe.>>15861617"Booooouaaaaaaaaf-oaooooouaafff..."
The poodle just can't stay away from her. He lets himself out of his pokeball again, and drags himself as he makes a loyal effort to stand by his owner, who or more less, pays him little attention.
Another day, another quirky adventure for Miss to write in the books for her biography. If only she'd let you read some of it, then maybe you could critique it and say what's a good idea to put in, and what's not, but she still declares it classified information. Too official and top secret for a mere boy like yourself.
But, for all of her cons, she does have a few pros, like this one, right now.
"You don't have to sleep on the floor tonight."You start gagging again, and Froakie follows your example.
It comes out of nowhere on the way back to the Pokemon Center, like a hard slap to the face or the doctor telling you have breast cancer, it's completely out-of-left-field and not like her at all.
"What did you just say...?"
"I don't wish to repeat myself."
"B-BUT, what on earth...WHERE IS THIS EVEN COMING FROM!?"
"It's my thanks to you, crafted in a way I know you would especially enjoy."You do. You do enjoy the thought of that. You probably enjoy it so much that it's unhealthy. You berate yourself from stooping once again to dirty levels.
>'I'm definitely going to hell now.'"Just one thing."
"Eh?"
"
Please. At least keep your undergarments on." she declares calmly, re-affirming that even when it seems like you've hit the jackpot, she has the final say on whether it's legitimate or not.
It's not, today anyway. But it's a start.
She leaves you in the dust again with Furfrou pinning after her at a snail's pace, she expects you to catch up.
Froakie looks down at you from his perch up on your hat.
"Froak?"
"Yeah, I don't know what's gotten into her either. But, I'm not going to complain."
