1. Wonder

"Wow…" Ariana stood in complete awe as she watched her comrade in battle. The way he moved his hip when he commanded his Houndour. The way his head gave a little tilt when he screamed in pure confidence. All of it attracted her attention ever since she laid her radiant red eyes on the pair of hypnotizing blues.

She couldn't even fight back the idiotic giggle that burst from her mouth the second she saw Archer scoffing at his easy victory.

"Oh? And what do we have here?"

"Eek!" The joyous moment popped like a bubble as soon as she realized she was downright busted. Quickly her head snapped to the left, eyes widened to see none other than her boss's wife. "M-M-Mrs Wolfe…! I…" Her lips thinned. Her cheeks reddened to see the amusing smile that curved the woman's lips. Ariana stared in silence as Emery looked at the training hall below them – straight at the source of her attention.

"Ah," was the only reaction from Emery. Her sweet smile turning to a coy grin, her eyes slid to the now horribly blushing executive in front of her.

Well, on the bright side, the ones who caught her staring wasn't Petrel or Proton. "I-I-I was merely observing his battle techniques, ma'am!"

2. Bedtime

"And that is how Chansey was easily defeated by the great Giovanni." Archer ended his story with a wide smile. Fist lightly tapping his lap, he gave a short huff of pride as if he was the one who'd defeated Chansey.

"Wow…" Silver silently gasped in awe at the tale of his father's countless victories. Arms snuggly hugging his blanket and body bouncing up and down, Silver leaned a bit closer to Archer. "Tell me more stories about Papa doing awesome things."

"I would love to, little guy." Archer patted Silver's head, fingers playfully ruffling his short crimson hair. "But first off…" His smile then disappeared; eyes looking upfront and face pulling a stern, angry expression, "Why are you three in here?!"

His teeth clenched to see his comrades happily making themselves comfortable inside Silver's room. Proton comfortably sat in the pile of Pokédolls. His Zubat perched on top of his head, purring in glee at the quiet atmosphere. Ariana had the young Silver in her arms, keeping him warm and lovingly rested her chin on his head. Petrel, on the other hand, kept himself warm under the bed sheets. Only his head was seen, as if the bed alone belonged to him.

"We wanna hear the story." Petrel commented without an ounce of guilt. "Come on, Archer. Tell us more about our boss's achievements." As if that wasn't irritating enough, Petrel rolled left and right until his whole body was wrapped like a taco.

Sometimes, Archer questioned how Giovanni could even see and choose them as top-class executives. "Get out ofTHIS ROOM DAMMIT!"

3. Papa

"Good job, son." Giovanni acknowledged his son as he gave Silver a gentle pat on the head. The fatherly act obviously brought a nice shade of red on the boy's cheeks. It didn't help that he could hear Feraligatr snickering behind him, merely deepening the crimson colour that heated his skin.

"D-don't touch me!" Flailing like a fool, Silver swatted his arms away and went for the nearest exit. Because of his mind filled with intentions of avoiding his father at all cost, Silver tripped on his own foot and almost fell. Thankfully, Feraligatr was able to snatch the back of his jacket and save his fall. Unthankfully, Giovanni was present to see how graceful his son was.

Dammit dammit dammit! Utterly angry at himself right now, Silver shut his eyes and kicked off in a dash.

This time, his lack of vision now gave him the perfect ability to run into walls. "OW!"

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