>>46916010>>46917364>>46917736>”What’s all this?”“Trainer stuff.”
>You’d spread out everything you bought over the coffee table.>Zoroark sniffed at the assortment.>She picked up the red and black pokédex turned it over and fiddling with the latches.>It almost matched the vibrant crimson of her wild hair. “You wouldn’t believe how stupid expensive that thing was.” You said, pointing a pencil at the device in her claws.
“Guess they make up for it by price-gouging the adults who never got one for free as a kid.”
>After experimentally pushing every button except the on/off switch she grew disinterested.>”What’s it do?”>You reached over and flicked the power on.>The gray fox oohed as the screen lit up, and now her fidgeting brought up different menus and pictures.>She sat next to you on the floor, trying her best to read the information presented.>The complex scientific words and phrases used to describe sandslash anatomy and physiology made her lose any hope of figuring out what the text meant.>Her interest turned to you.>”And what are you writing?”“Paperwork. For a license.”
“Criminal background check…” You pointed at one form.
“Authorization for a drug test…” You pointed at another.
>You dug to the bottom of the pile to show your partner the most annoying one.“This one’s for league registration! As if we’re gonna travel around for gym badges or something.”
>You shook your head.“And I’ve got to take a few night classes now. Something about handling each pokémon type, safety, first aid, and all that stuff.”
“I swear, when we were kids none of this stuff was a thing.”
>You signed your name and birthdate for the twelfth time.“Government wouldn’t want to miss out on another source of income.”
>Zoroark leaned over and plopped her head into your lap, grinning up at you.>”You’re stressed.” She declared.>Correct.>”Pet me.” She ordered.>You sighed.>She knew you too well. 
