>>40974699>>40974865>>40976309The sight of the kitchen is grotesque. A mine field of crumbs detonates under your feet. Fully open mouth of a small black fox munch menacingly. Ava better make me just as many cookies tomorrow, you think. As you approach, Zorua rolls off the table:
I took care of your window problem while you were out. Your friend wants to meet up, he said. Give him a call on the weekend. If we give you a day off.
Unsure where the little terrorist is, you equip the oven mitts in preparation for a possible bite from a certain wild animal. As you search for the pokemon, you brainstorm what to accuse him of. Except for trespassing, which your Ava very much enabled – you’ll have to clear this up with her; not everyone is a friend - you can’t really find any effective reason to be mad. Still, you know he deserves a punishment.
Master, he’s on the shelf behind you! – Ava yells.
Zorua finds himself in the middle of the jump as you turn around. Instead of landing on your back and chewing your hair, Zorua finds himself intercepted by your oven proof hands. His sides are locked between your hands. You hold all power now.
Thanks, Ava. You’re a good girl. – you approach her.
Presenting the hand pressed pokemon to her and sticking your hands out, you give her a request:
Ava, would you kindly heat up this cute cookie I found?
But we said no more fire in the house m-
-just this one time, Ava.
Of course, master!
A flaming fox runs out of your house, yet you don’t care. You’re with your phox:
Wow, those mitts are really good master, but… what about Zorua?
He’ll be fine. – you grin, secretly hoping he’ll fire you tomorrow.
Finally finding yourself alone with Ava in a house with a bedroom that doesn’t have a giant hole in it, you quickly gather some cookies from the kitchen and guide Ava to the bedroom. Today you’ll have some fun without the television in the living round distracting you. What will you two do?
