She placed a finger to her lips, signaling him to shut up. Slowly she pulled the calculator-type device out of her backpack, positioned in front of her. Her fingers were too slick with sweat, and she dropped it. It clattered four stories below and into a hundred pieces. She cringed and bit her lip. I leaned over to her and whispered, in my softest voice, "Butterfingers." She glares at me and peers over the railing, making sure we were still safe. She said "Let me use yours."
"There's no reason!" I shouted, springing to my feet. "We're fine! We can handle this!" She sat and gaped at me for a long moment before she slowly rose. She pursed her lips and raised her arm. Then, quite calmly, she struck me across the face. "Ouch?" I suggested. She raised her nose and leapt over the railing. She soared down the remaining floors and landed swiftly on her feet. She glanced at her surroundings. Then she looked up at me, dumbstruck, four floors up, and called out "Moron!" She dashed out of the open door and out into the charred and broken Hoenn region.
Every step was a heartbeat, pounding blood and venom through my veins. Metaphorically, of course. I was petrified, she was sprinting through town. I figured she was at least out of Fallarbor, choking on dust on her way towards Mt. Chimney. I had to move. I had to stop her before she did something stupid. Er. I whipped out a miniature red and white ball, and it grew in my palm. I released the monster I kept inside, a Swellow. The bird-type creature waited for me to climb onto its back. I did so, and it took off. "Aye!" I shouted, not exactly prepared. We flew for about a mile, until I saw my target. "May!"
"Huh? Oh, Ash! So glad you could join me!" she laughed and skidded to a stop. The Swellow and I landed a few feet away. I brought out the ball, a Pokeball, and the creature returned. "H-hey! What do you think you're doing?!" I demanded, returning to my usual stubborn mood. She looked around before saying "I believe I am trying to stop this chaos, Ash!" she smiled, "You can't have all the fun!" I shook my head. "Fun? This isn't fun! This is…this is…mad! This is fighting. And hurting people. Look." I say, gesturing to a particularly pitiful house, black with smoke and skewered with a tree. I reached down and lifted a berry off the ground. It crumbled. Crumbled. She gasped, I guess. It sounded like she'd just choked on fire. "Let's have fun." I say, the words smooth.