No time is the twenty-fourth part of my 100 Themes Challenge~

My Pokémon OC Amzaar is the main character in this piece, and as such it is from her point of view. Amzaar loves Gengars- she has fifteen in counting and is very protective of them all.

"Stop calling me, F'ro." I growled down the Pokégear.
Gaspar was managing to keep the others quiet by eating lunch with them to one side while I was on the phone. He kept turning every now and then to make sure I hadn't thrown the device down in a rage like I'd done the previous three of four times. The Pokégear was still in tact, however, it may not be for long.
"Aw c'mon, Siiiiid!" a patronising tone whistled down the line to my ear.
I held the gear at arm's length until he had finished, a disgusted expression marring my face. Gaspar had obviously lost track of some of the team, as my newest baby Gengar, Kaizoku, waddled over to me and began growling in that odd little way of his. It sounded like he was clicking his tongue against his teeth but he did the same kind of growl whether he was happy or angry or alarmed or whatever else. He is a very complex little Gengar.
So there he was, growling and clawing at my shorts for attention whilst my nemesis cooed at me over the Pokégear.
"I phone you because I never see you! None of us do. You weren't even there for Jack's birthday!" He sounded stupid and serious at the same time.
Though I had never taken him seriously in my life. "I saw him separately. Gave him pointers." I replied tersely, my voice icy, face icier.
I hated him. What was he trying to do? Show me up?
"Like you're any better," I pointed out. "Spending more time with your girlfriend than keeping your Pokémon in shape!"
"I'm with them now!"
"And I'm never without them!" I snapped.
Kaizoku whined by my leg. I gave an exasperated sigh.
"FFS!" I said- like that, pronouncing each letter angrily- and delved into my rucksack, finding a hat and jamming it onto Kaizoku's head.
I heard his voice slowly rise from a low to a high pitched squeal of pure joy and excitement- Something a little like, "eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE…"- and then he ran off, his new hat clutched carefully to his head.
I watched him go, a relieved sigh escaping my lips. One problem down. "When did I even buy a fez to begin with?"
"How's DeathGaze?" he continued, ignoring my comment completely.
I flinched furiously. "Fuck off." I spat, jamming my finger on the hang up button.
Gaspar saw me end the call and gathered the team around me, all anxiously watching me to see what I would say.
"That guy needs to stop PHONING me. I have no time for his antics." I grumbled at last. "And stop calling me Sid. For Fuck Sake, we're eighteen!"
Cherry purred and muzzled my shin in an attempt to calm me with her charm.
It worked.
Gaspar kept shooting glances to the PokéGear in my hand but I hadn't tossed it yet. Until it began ringing again and the caller ID read as my brother and I turned icy cold once more.
"Gaaaaaar!" Gaspar protested, clutching desperately to my shirt along with the rest of my team, trying to pull me back as I desperately tried to wrestle my way to the pond at the foot of the hill, PokéGear poised.
"LET ME GO! IF I CAN'T DROWN THE REAL THING THEN LET ME DROWN HIS TECHNOLOGICAL EXISTENCE!"
The team eventually managed to tow me away and order me to put the other Pokémon back in their pokéballs and into the PC. Before I put Kaizoku away, however, I slipped him the PokéGear and grinned wickedly.
"Go nuts," I said.

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