How long has it been? A month? And the chapter's awfully short too. :(
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"Drew?"
The coordinator looked up from his book slightly. "I'm doing some research on our next destination." He flipped his hair. "Someone's got to." With a more relaxed smile, he added, "Good morning, Solidad."
Solidad returned it. "And you." She glanced around and added, "I thought you'd be training. It's a great, warm morning, you know. May and I let out our Pokémon; she's training with them now."
Smirking, he replied, "Knowing May, she's probably slacking off and taking a nap!" He glanced out the window and admitted it was rather sunny. "It's not that I didn't let my Pokémon out..." He gave his Pokémon, who were lounging, a look. With an exasperated tone, he continued, "I guess the idea of training on a Sunday morning isn't appealing. But they do deserve a break—they worked hard yesterday." His exasperation transformed into pride. "Where's Harley?"
Solidad giggled. "Baking. Banette, Wigglytuff, and Cacturne are helping him with a new recipe. He's been in the kitchen all day."
Drew flipped his hair. "That's nice. Maybe I'll go out and train too. Where did you say May was?"
She wagged a finger at him. "Are you sure you're going there just to train?"
"Of course. There's nothing like a good victory in the morning," he said smugly. "And the Cambi Gala is in barely a week!"
"So you intend to look for May?" Her mouth twitched as though she was concealing a smile and her light eyes sparkled. "Have fun. I'm going to check on Harley. He seems awfully eager to get to the Cambi Cup—something about meeting a cult of him for the first time."
Drew gave a look. "I need to look for Lila too," he added hurriedly. "She went to take a walk in the forest." Turning to his Pokémon, he offered, "Why don't you all come with me? You haven't met her yet."
They chirped agreement and followed him while Solidad watched with amusement, reflecting upon how Drew avoided her question.
"Skitty, go!" Skitty rushed forward as May pointed to the Gardevoir standing before her. It sure is a lucky break I found it, she thought. This Pokémon's mine. "Assist!"
Assist became String Shot, wrapping itself around the Gardevoir. May gave a cry of delight. "That's the way! Now use—" But she didn't get to finish her order, for Gardevoir broke through the silk with the slightest effort. Stray threads flew from the Pokémon and many landed on May's head. "What just—?"
"Voir!" The Gardevoir's eyes glowed a pale blue.
"It's using Psychic," May realized. "Skitty, dodge it!"
The Pokémon accomplished a back flip. "Nya nya!"
"Use your Blizzard!"
But before Skitty could carry out the command, the Gardevoir looked up as though it had heard something and ran off. May dropped to her knees in disappointment. With a sad smile, she stroked Skitty's head and said, "You tried. Maybe next time, huh? Anyway, that battle just made me want to catch it even more!"
At that moment, Drew appeared. He stood, staring for a few moments then said, "What happened to your hair? Coordinators are supposed to keep a neat appearance..." He flipped his hair. "But I wouldn't expect you to know that."
May stood up, livid. "Excuse me? For your information, this happens to be part of our act for uh, our next Contest! Right, Skitty?" Skitty gave a mew of confusion.
He laughed. "If that's part of your act, you won't get past the Appeal Round! Come on, Roselia. We've got to work on our act, too." He flipped his hair and walked off, May watching after him with annoyance, admiration, and more than just a touch of jealousy.
"Come on, Skitty," she replied, loud enough for him to hear. "We're going to practice some more." She then ran off to the river, scooped up some water with her hands and tried to get as much silk out of her hair as she could.
