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[ ignores the strange looks from the passing drivers as he travels leisurely on his scooter. the sound of the characteristic putt putt putt noise of his transportation fills the driveway when he arrives in front of the mansion. it takes him another minute (or two) to properly park & put the machine to rest.

straightens & leans back in the seat a little as he takes out his phone to quickly type a text message: let me be your guest, mademoiselle & looks up toward a window to wait. ]

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[ nods at her suggestion, fully understanding her impatience. moves onto his next question of utmost importance. ]

Which of the new starters do you like?

I usually like water-type pokemon, so I might get that one... what about you?

I want the pig.

[ nods a few times. ]

The pig is cute too!

I hope it's more useful than the monkey.

Chimchar was doing its very best!

But it didn't make me a master.

[ sticks her nose up in the air, finally moving to take off her helmet. ]

It just means you weren't working hard enough.

[ also gets off his scooter for the umpteenth time that night, putting the keys back into the pockets of his pants. ]

I always try first with fire, but they never work very well with me.

[ removes herself from the scooter as well, reaching out for his hand. ]

I think every boy does that.

[ takes it automatically while leading them to the front door. ]

We like having a little passion in our hearts as we battle.

[ peers at him. ]

How poetic~

I practice in front of my mirror every morning.

[ can't help but laugh at that, leaning on him. ]

That's so cute.

I do it in the name of manliness.

Don't worry, you could never not be manly.

[ hand pauses above the doorknob. ]

. . . So it's working?

[ lifts her head up slightly to kiss his cheek. ]

Of course it is, darling.

[ upon creaking the front door open, he's too stiff & nervous to properly respond, poking his head in to check if the coast is clear. ]

[ watches him with interest. even if she isn't entirely sure why anthony is being so hesitant she looks around too, as if it's some kind of game. ]

[ draws back with a relieved sigh when he realizes he's safe, glancing back at her. ]

Should we run for it, or call your ninja maid?

[ is once again about to correct him with the ninja maid comment but cuts herself off at the last minute, focusing on more important matters for now. ]

Let's run for it!

[ squeezes her hand for emotional support. ]

Lead us to victory, Pokemon Master.

[ gives him a tiny sound of acknowledgment, nodding once for show. quickly takes another look around before dashing down the hall and up the stairs, mindful of anthony being attached to her.

when they arrive at her room in one piece she shuts the door behind them quietly, turning towards the designated area in which her purses are situated neatly. plops it down, takes off her headband, then goes in search of that dress shirt that was previously mentioned. not a minute later she finds it, wandering back on over to her companion to present him the shirt. ]

Will this work for you, or should I find something else?

[ accepts it & holds it out in front of him as if inspection is required. starts to shake it out a bit. ]

I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. Don't give me rashes.