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Stupid waste of my time, but it should be obvious that I do not own Pokémon; be it the characters, the franchise, or any other related product or entity. I own only these suppository and theoretical looks into the canon characters of the manga Pokémon Special. All rights reserved, Satoshi Tajiri, the Pokémon company, Nintendo, Game Freak and Creatures Ltd, as well as whoever publishes and draws this thing.
Number Thirteen. Bitter.
"I'm not bitter," she replied smoothly, voice carefully modulated.
"Yes, you are, I can feel it!" he snapped back, rolling his eyes. He wiped a stray hair from his face. "You're bitter that we even got into this mess in the first place, bitter that you trusted a goof like me, bitter that you left home in the first place—"
"Stop being a pest," she replied simply. With her boots, she scrubbed in the dirt absentmindedly, already replaying in her head his frantic arm motions. "This, Pearl, is a singularly gratifying experience."
Pearl turned to her, frowning. "How is being stuck in a cave-in with me a gratifying experience?"
She caught him about the arm. Pearl froze as she rubbed one slender finger (absentmindedly, he noticed it was the diamond-ring finger) up his arm. Her skin was soft, softer than pillows of Altaria-down. He gulped, for once in his life, speechless.
"Because I'm stuck with you," she finally spoke up, voice husky and somehow as carefully flat as usual. Her lips ghosted against his from the rock she was sitting on. Their breath mingled; her lips so close, so close, (should he dare to cross the distance?), she leaned forward…
"So stop being a pest!" she hissed, breaking the moment entirely.
Pearl fell over, hitting the dirt with a loud thump, his head dazed and buzzing miles a minute.
"So…you like me?" he finally asked.
Missy looked primly down at him. "Stop being a pest, and I might."
Pearl grinned.
