Posting at the urging of a friend:
>Being you! The Anonymous! Coordinator and trainer extraordinaire! (Upcoming)
>Visiting the beach because it's the weekend and fuck it, Primarina has been getting sick of the pool you've been stuck with in the off-season.
>In your defense, the rent for the cabin was cheap for something that advertised "Water Pokémon Compatible!!!" accommodations. You don't have quite enough first-place ribbons (or badges!) to make you attractive to high end sponsors yet.
>It's not that the pool was cramped, per se, it just wasn't big enough to give her space to maneuver and strut her stuff how she likes.
>For a contest Pokemon like Marina, you might as well have gotten her a bucket full of water.
>Not only that, but the guy you're renting the place from hadn't warned you about the HOA! The first time Primarina had practiced singing as a way to take her mind off things, you'd gotten chewed out by some Karen for making too much noise.
>And since she wasn't willing to tell that to your Pokémon's face, you've had to be the bad guy and enforce quiet hours.
> In protest, Marina's made it a habit to splash you whenever you join her for a swim, or relax by the poolside, or whenever you walk by.
>Bottom line: She hasn't been happy with it, and you haven't been happy with it since she hasn't been happy with it.
>You adore your haughty mermaid, but she might be a little bit spoiled.
>The trip to the coast is a pleasant one, and gives you an excuse to use your driver's license for once in PokéGod only knows how long.
>Marina has her head out the window, singing along to the cranked-up radio.
>You smile as you throw your head back and holler along to the chorus.
>The two of you have a very similar appreciation for the classics, even if you can't sing worth a damn.
>She's willing to forgive you for trying, though.
>You park, and Marina hops out the window and starts waddling towards the beach path.
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