Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
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Close your eyes, go to your happy place, let all the stress lift from your shoulders, open your eyes...
Damn, it's still there.
"What's the matter Paul? Trying to chicken out of our bet?" teased Ursula. "We both know you lost fair and square."
Normally he would have retorted back but his focus was still on the "outfit."
She went on, "You shouldn't feel bad. you'll look adorable."
Adorable?
"And besides, if people start laughing at you, I'll send out Gabite on them."
Oh yeah, he'll be totally humiliated and everyone else will just be running for their lives. Big deal.
"And-"
"Ursula."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"...Fine. Since you are obviously in a bad mood, I'll just be leaving now."
Out the door she went.
Turning his head away from the disappearing figure, he sighed.
"I hate Pikachus."
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"Are you taking pictures?"
"Yeah, I promised Reggie to send some to him."
"Give me the camera."
"Ha, you wish."
"Give it."
"No."
"Am I going to have to chase you around like in those cartoons we make fun of?"
"I think you may."
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