Chapter 4

Vitoya woke up in a strange bed on top of taupe covers. She sat up and blinked blearily as she surveyed the room before the memories from last night hit her. A small oh escaped from her lips. Doc. Zebstrika. Forest. Some kid named Danny. He was poisoned. I healed him. Oh fucking shit. Vitoya groaned and pulled her knees up to her chest and put her face in her hands.

At the foot of the bed, Sesame watched with what appeared to be little interest as he munched on his snack of berries that he gathered at some point before his trainer woke up. He made a sound to get her attention. She didn't move. He chattered again. No response. Sesame rolled his eyes and chucked a berry at her head.

"Hey!" she responded sharply yet softly at the assault. She rubbed the spot on her head where it hit her. Sesame motioned toward the berry that had just bounced off her head and was now laying in front of her feet. Oran. "Okay, okay, I'll eat." She finished it off in two bites and mumbled a thanks through her mouthful of berry. The berry was sweet, but hardly filling. Her stomach growled. I wonder if that guy left already? she thought absentmindedly. Just then, she heard a crash from down below the loft. Oh, well, speak of the devil.

When Vitoya climbed down the steps of the wooden ladder, she wasn't surprised to see Danny frantically clambering around on the kitchen floor trying to scoop up a puddle of golden yellow yolk with his hands.

" Another accident? I told you, the toilet is in the bathroom, genius."

"Oh!" Danny startled, "Um, breakfast is ready…" Danny smiled nervously and gestured to the table with his yolk covered hands where several plates full of blackened eggs were set. The bitter smell made Vitoya scrunch her nose.

"Yeah, ready for the trash can." She stepped over the ooze, plucked a few napkins from the roll on the counter near the sink, and let them float down like feathers on top of his head.

"Uh, thanks…" Danny plucked one of the napkins from his hair and dabbed the thick goop on the floor.

"Besides, you realize that: one, you really shouldn't have to tried to cook. We were only supposed to sleep here. Nothing else. And two, the Center provides free breakfast for trainers as long as they have their trainer license."

"A...trainer license?"

"Arceus, you really are clueless aren't you? You're telling me you didn't have trainer licenses in Johto?" Vitoya sighed. It was tedious having to explain everything to Danny, he might as well have been a child. "Okay, so, things like free food may have not been in the trainer plan in Johto or where the fuck ever but here in Unova, anyone who has a trainer license can Tepig the fuck out at the Pokémon Center. So really," Vitoya paused to survey the kitchen. Earlier it had been spotless. Now, it was littered with cooking utensils and stained with all sorts of colorful spices, "really, you shouldn't have."

Danny looked around at the mess he had made and tittered in embarrassment. He had only wanted to cook breakfast to show his gratitude to Vitoya for yesterday, but he had ended up practically destroying the kitchen.

"Hey," Vitoya bent down and fished a blue eggshell decorated with orange spots out of the yolk puddle, "I've never seen this type of egg before. S'not from around here. Where'd you get this?"

"Oh, I bought it from a merchant in Castelia before I left. They had a bunch of eggs: green, orangey-red, and these blue ones," Danny reached for his bag and gently pulled up another of the blue and orange eggs, "But I dunno, they insisted that I keep it a secret. Said it would ruin their business if I spread the word," Danny shrugged, "whatever that means."

"Hm," Vitoya pocketed the eggshell and grabbed some more napkins for Danny. "Get to work," she urged, "so we can get to the Center. I'd rather eat whatever shit they got than a fetus on the floor." She looked again at the gooey mess that Danny was still dabbing away at, and faked a gagging sound.

Vitoya spent the rest of the hour leaning against the kitchen wall and munching on more of Sesame's berries as she watched Danny wipe the kitchen from top to bottom. Every now and then Danny would look at her expectantly, as if he thought she should help, to which she responded with a sarcastic, "Yes, you may continue." Danny would then huff indignantly and return to cleaning the mess.

But, at this rate, they'd miss the Pokémon Center's breakfast. Vitoya sighed begrudgingly, grabbed a towel, and to his delight, joined Danny on the floor.

"I'm only doing this because otherwise, with the way your slow ass works, we'd miss breakfast," she explained, "and you do NOT want to see me when I miss breakfast."

Danny gulped.

-DnV-

When they finished, it was still dark out with just the smallest rays of sunlight barely peeking over the horizon. They had plenty of time to spare to get to the Center in time for breakfast. As they ambled towards their destination with Sesame swinging from urban fixture to fixture, they made small talk.

"So, hey, Vitoya. You mentioned… licenses, I think?" Danny questioned.

"Yeah man," Vitoya answered succinctly. Sesame threw a berry at her which she caught in her mouth. She chewed thoughtfully. "Now that you mention it… shit, do I have mine?" She patted herself down before she tapped a pocket on her cargo pants that satisfied her worries. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a small plastic card. "Here," she handed it to Danny for him to examine, "this is a trainer's license. It's basically everything to a trainer if you're not rich. Without one of these little shits, you couldn't even own pokémon."

Danny studied the license, turning it over twice before reading the information printed onto the face of the card. "Jubilee Rider…? who's tha-" Danny was cut off mid word as Vitoya snatched it out of his hands.

"No one. Don't ask questions," she snapped.

"But wasn't this whole thing to answer my ques-"

"No. Questions," she enunciated.

Danny bit the inside of his mouth and kept his lips held tight. This seemed to be a rather sore subject.

"So breakfast, huh?" Vitoya crowed with a false cheer as she sped up just a bit. Danny perked up at the mention of a meal that didn't consist of burnt eggs and tried to catch up with the redhead, but almost tripped on his untied shoelaces.

"So, uh, what do they usually serve for breakfast at Pokémon Centers?" Danny asked, stomach practically growling.

"I don't know. You've ever been to a all you can eat buffet, but really shitty? I think it's something like that."

"But don't you eat there all the time?"

"Not really. I think it differs from city to city so I wouldn't really know about the food. Castelia isn't that great unless you're rich. All I know is that it's a madhouse. Reminds of me of the orph—uh, uh," she verbally stumbles, "The past," she finishes. "Anyway, it's always first come, first serve."

"Ah, I see," Danny returned his attention to the horizon. The Pokémon Center was just up ahead. It's shiny windows gleamed, reflecting the soft beams of morning sunlight, "I can't wait to taste Nacrenian dishes!" Danny pondered over what the Center might have to offer. I bet there'll be fried Magikarp and pickled turnips and roasted apricorn and freshly picked Oran berries!

"If they even let us in after that whole fiasco last night. Ahaaa…" Vitoya laughed, just a touch nervous as she pulled open the door.

"Welcome to the Nacrene City Pokémon Center!" A motherly voice chimed, "Are you here to have your pokémon healed?"

Vitoya avoided making eye contact with the Nurse, recounting the poignant events of yesterday. "We're, ahem!" She coughed, pitching her voice to go a lower octave, "We're actually here for breakfast."

"I see! In that case, right this way!" Nurse Joy ushered the pair towards two large doors stationed at the east end of the lobby, "You're in luck, there aren't as many trainers in the cafeteria as usual, considering it's still so early."

"Great!" Danny exclaimed cheerfully as Vitoya muttered a soft oh no.

The Nurse smiled and pushed the great doors open, unleashing a cacophony of chatter. The cafeteria was practically overflowing with the most diverse array of trainers and pokémon alike. To his left a Pidove whisked past, cooing frantically as a Rufflet chased after it. To his right a group of trainers were fawning over a Minccino. The trainers took turns spooning a generous amount of sweets into its mouth and squealed in delight each time the pokémon took a bite.

"See? Not as busy as usual!" The Nurse smiled. Danny's mouth was agape and his eyes were wide.

"Remember, Danny? First come, first serve," Vitoya winked at him as she leapt into the fray, jumping over various pokémon and trainers and even hand springing over someone's oatmeal. He heard her yell something at Sesame as she threw a handkerchief at him that she had retrieved from one of her many cargo pockets.

"H-hey wait for me!" Danny took frantically into the sea of bodies, squeezing through the suffocating crowd. In his effort to get through, he was knocked to and fro by one butt and the next. At one point he ended up on the floor next to a large puddle of yellow berry juice; at least, he hoped it was berry juice. At another point, the same Pidove from earlier crashed into his face, then took off only to be replaced by the Rufflet that had been chasing it causing Danny to flail about and screech, his limbs smacking into the people around him who yelled at him for being a klutz. Eventually, Danny spotted an opening in between two masses, whether they were person or pokémon he didn't know, nor cared at this point, and lunged through. He landed on the floor with a loud thud.

"What took ya so long?" Vitoya asked casually as she popped the last bit of a Tamato berry she held with a napkin into her mouth. She sat alone with her feet kicked up on the table as she balanced on two legs of her chair. How she managed to claim a table for her own in this jungle of a cafeteria was a mystery to Danny.

"How did you—I mean—how did you get here so quickly?" Danny asked, puzzled. Vitoya smirked.

"Years of practice, Danny boy."

On the table were two trays: one piled high with fruits and the other loaded with various breakfast items ranging from sweet and sticky to savory and greasy. There were pancakes stacked in precarious towers, oozing with golden syrup that dripped onto the crisp looking bacon, and fluffy yellow eggs, very much unlike the ones Danny had made earlier this morning. The myriad of smells was delectable.

"Guess I was wrong about Nacrene," Vitoya hummed thoughtfully. "The food here s'not so bad." Just then Sesame showed up with a full handkerchief tied to his tail and a coffee in his paw and chittered on his arrival. "Ayyy, Ses what'd you bring to the table? Is that coffee for me?"

Sesame untied the kerchief and revealed his prize to be dozens of breakfast muffins and a few waffles. When Vitoya reached for the coffee, he pulled it away and held it close to his body as he gently swiped at her offending appendage. Vitoya raised her hands in mock surrender. She set her chair back down on all four legs and turned back to look down at Danny who still remained on the floor, gawking up at the food.

"Hey, get your shit together man," she told him as she leaned forward and snapped her fingers in front of his face. "If you don't get up, you'll get stepped on by something heavy."

"Oh right, sorry," Danny scrambled to get up, snagged a chair, and sat down. "I was just, uh, wow. Really hungry. Thanks for getting me a tray!" Danny started to reach for a fork that was on the non-fruit tray when Vitoya pushed his hand down onto the table effectively stopping him.

"Who said that was your tray?" Her expression was stern.

"O-oh! Sorry..I-I as..sumed…" Danny stuttered, his face turning as red as the Tamato berry that Vitoya had finished earlier. After a beat, the serious expression dropped off Vitoya's face and was replaced with a smile as her eyes glittered with mischief.

"Pfffft, I was just kidding," she laughed, "Go ahead." She got serious again. "But the fruits are mine. Touch it and you lose a finger." She jabbed a fork at him threateningly before cracking another smile.

Danny was relieved. A bit frightened, but relieved. He cautiously picked up the fork he had previously been reaching for, then looked warily at Vitoya, who seemed to be having a conversation with Sesame while eating her fruits, before plunging the fork into a choice pancake. Amber syrup oozed from the pancake as if it was bleeding. Danny moved the treat onto a napkin that was conveniently laid out on the table, and began cutting it up like a pizza. Vitoya eyed him.

"You do know that there are more trays right over there…" She gestured towards the front of the room where a neat stack of trays was stationed, "You're going to rip through that napkin and trust me, you don't wanna eat off of these tables. I once saw two trainers gettin' it on on 'em, if ya know what I mean. Not in Nacrene's Center, specifically, but still."

"Getting it on what? What is 'it'?" Danny tilted his head to the side and stared at her quizzically.

"They were fucking," she deadpanned.

"Oh." Danny stared blankly.

"You know, having sex. Making love."

"OH. oh." Suddenly Danny wasn't quite up to eat anymore.

"Doing the do. To copulate."

"Ah! I know, I know! Please stop!" Danny turned so red that his head looked like an oversized pokéball.

"Fornication," she grinned impishly. "Genital marriage."

Danny plugged his ears with his fingers, "LALALALALALALAALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU." Vitoya laughed heartily. Sesame tried to hide his snickering by shoving a muffin into his mouth, but his twitching tail knocked his coffee onto the floor which caused him to stop laughing abruptly. Vitoya stopped laughing as well when she caught Sesame's stricken face as a piece of muffin fell out of his mouth.

"Oh shit, Ses! I'll get you another, it'll be okay! Don't go anywhere, I'll be right back!" Vitoya yelped as she jumped up and dashed away towards the drinks section, a small netted pokéball fell out of her pants pocket and onto the floor as she rushed off. Danny, who had his eyes tightly shut and still had his fingers plugged in his ears, slowly opened his eyes only to find that Vitoya was gone, and Sesame was curled up in a miserable ball.

"S-Sesame? Are you alright?" Danny tried, tentatively. No response. Danny gently tried to place a reassuring hand on the green pokémon, but this made Sesame whip around and hiss moodily. Danny startled and jumped back, knocking over both trays of food onto the floor.

"Ah!"

The avalanche of food landed directly onto the netball, causing it to double in size and fling open. A beam of red light released the inhabitant of the pokéball. Floating in the air was an angry Frillish covered in maple syrup and scrambled eggs. A furious trill echoed throughout the cafeteria, causing the entire crowd to look towards the source. The pokémon's eyes glared red as it loosed another haunting trill. The room suddenly felt ten degrees colder. Sesame sat up sighing, and looked around for Vitoya. Seeing that she was not at the table, he swung off to the drink section to go find her. The pokémon floated after him wreaking havoc and flinging anything or anyone out of his way.

The cafeteria's joyous chatter had turned into fearful screams. Everyone was rushing to escape through the one exit, shoving and pushing and scrambling past one another. The Frillish launched inky black balls in blind rage, turning over tables and destroying practically everything. Danny froze in fear. "G-g-g-ghost!" He couldn't bring himself to run away, or move, or even scream. The only thing he could manage was to shiver in fright.

"God damn it Princeton get your shit together!" Danny heard a familiar voice yell. "Stop being a pain in the ass and I'll bring you to the ocean later today!" A pause as someone chittered. "Shut the fuck up! He doesn't need to know that, Sesame! You're supposed to be helping me!"

Vitoya was jumping and dodging anything and everything Princeton was throwing her way in his little snit. "Ses, Vine Whip and hold him down! And why the fuck is Princeton covered in breakfast foods?" She rummaged around in her pockets to get his pokéball but alas, it was not there. "Ses, where the fuck is his pokéball?" Vitoya screeched. A non conclusive chitter answered her question. "Okay, new plan! Keep hold of him and Fling him around a bit if you have to! I'll find the ball!" Vitoya dashed back to the table to find Danny still frozen in fear.

"Danny, are you okay?" He remained unresponsive. "What the fuck! What are you? A fucking vegetable? Get your shit together!" She yelled at him and slapped him across the face.

"A GHOST!" he yelled dumbly and full of fear. "And OW!" he yelled indignantly as he held his reddening cheek.

"I didn't even hit you that hard!" Vitoya countered. "But get your shit and get out!" she urged him, "I need to get this asshole under control!"

"That's your pokémon?" he yelped in surprised as he pointed to the Frillish that was being Flung around by Sesame. The ghost glowed white after being Flung into the wall then began to thrash and screech with what seemed to be a renewed spirit.

"Ugh, he's using Recover," Vitoya groaned, "But yes, he is my asshole pokémon and I need to return him to his pokéball before Sesame gets too tired out — not that he would, but I don't want to take longer than I have to — but go!"

"Okay!" Danny agreed and started for the exit but then he got yanked back by Vitoya.

"One last thing!"

"Uh, what is it?" Danny asked with trepidation. He wanted to get out of the room and out of the vicinity of the ghost-type as soon as possible.

"Have you seen a netball?"

"No?"

"Fuck. Okay, thanks anyway. Now get the fuck out." Danny hurriedly sprinted for the exit, trying hard not to look back, but then he tripped lamely, got up, and looked around as if hoping no one saw that, then continued running.

Vitoya looked around. What's different? How could've Princeton been released from his pokéball? He was covered in breakfast foods, so that was one clue. She took a step back absentmindedly and slipped, nearly cracking her head on the floor but managed to grab a chair in time before she gave herself a concussion. Vitoya looked down and noticed her tray of fruits on the floor.

"Aw man. My fruit," she grumbled. "… OH WAIT." Vitoya took off her leather fingerless gloves, shoved them into her pocket, and started digging through the fallen breakfast. She shoved the sticky breakfast out of the way as well as she could and that's when her fingers brushed something hard with a criss cross pattern. Vitoya grabbed it and upon picking off the bits of bacon and pancake she found exactly what she was looking for.

Looking at her partner pokémon, Sesame was holding a firm grip on Princeton, she yelled at him, "Ses, I got it! Let go!" Sesame heard her cue and Flung Princeton down into the floor one more time then released his vines off of the jellyfish. "Return!" Vitoya pronounced and pointed the ball at her target. With one last furious trill, Princeton was converted into red light and safely stored away into his ball.

"Gotcha," Vitoya let out an exasperated sigh and pocketed the net ball. "Hahaha, not a single casualty," she commented after Ses jumped onto her shoulder. She then looked around at the ruins of what was once the cafeteria. All the tables had been broken to bits and the lights were dangling by their wires.

"'Cept maybe one," Suddenly a lightbulb fell from the ceiling and shattered into a million pieces, "Or two."

The sound of blaring sirens approached the Center quickly. Red, white, and blue lights flashed in an alternating pattern through the windows.

"Three, if we don't hurry the fuck outta here! Let's roll, Ses!" Vitoya looked desperately for an escape route, but the sound of the sirens only got louder.

"Fuck!" She looked to her left. The door was wide open, but if she took that direct of an exit she and Princeton would be caught for sure. She looked to her right. The windows were reinforced with a special material to protect the Center from being robbed, she knew that much. She was trapped.

"Well, there's only one way out of this, Ses. Do you know how to play dead?" Sesame looked at Vitoya with an unamused expression, "I'm kidding! I know you do. But how do we get out of this one, man?" While Vitoya contemplated their options for escape, Sesame tilted his head to face the ceiling, where he noticed that there was a large vent.

Sesame chittered frantically and yanked on Vitoya's collar repeatedly, "Not now, Ses! I'm trying to think!" Vitoya paced back and forth hurriedly. Annoyed, Sesame used Grass Knot and tripped Vitoya, who fell onto her back with a loud thud.

"OW! FUCK! Are you trying to give me a concussion?!" As Vitoya laid on the floor, she, too, noticed the vent. "Oh! We could escape through the vent!" Sesame facepalmed with both hands.

"What? Jealous you didn't think of it first? Just kidding. Leggo. Think your Seed Bomb can do the trick? I mean cause I know you haven't mastered it yet but still..." Sesame side-glanced his trainer with eyes that said 'don't doubt me.'

Sesame used Vine Whip to level himself with the vent in the wall that was about thirty feet above the floor. Hanging from his vines and his hands free, he formed four small seeds that glowed bright green in his hands and put one on each corner of the vent cover. After that, he pushed his feet on the wall to launch himself a safe distance away from the miniature explosions. The vent cover fell to the floor with a clatter as he swung back to his original spot. Vitoya cheered at the success from her position on ground level and Sesame smiled to himself, satisfied. He then dropped down to pick up Vitoya and propelled them up to the vent where she crawled in with Sesame hot on her figurative tail.

-DnV-

Danny paced worriedly outside of the Center, Vitoya should've been back by now. What was taking her so long? The police officers had arrived for quite some time, and had questioned Danny briefly about what had happened. They weren't able to get very much information out of him, though. The only thing of value he said, or rather, screamed, was 'GHOST!' so they let him go free. Now, Danny was anxiously awaiting Vitoya's return, but at the same time dreaded it. What if she brought her demonic jellyfish, too? The mere thought was enough to make Danny faint.

Nearby, a bush rustled tumultuously and startled Danny causing him to fall backwards. After a moment of inactivity, the bush shook again. This time, Danny stood up and walked towards it out of curiosity. He stood on his tiptoes to get a good look behind it, and what he saw was Vitoya's torso scrambling to free the rest of her body from what seemed to be the wall of the building. Danny jumped. OH MY ARCEUS. THIS IS JUST LIKE WHAT HAPPENED IN 'THE HUMAN SCOLIPEDE' AND IT'S SEQUEL 'THE HUMAN SCOLIPEDE 2: THE POISONING'.

"Ugh, you saw that movie too?" Vitoya groaned as she wriggled trying to release herself from the vent. Oops. Apparently that wasn't in his head like Danny thought. "It's fucking gross. I regret even having eyes to watch that shit. Literally. It had shit. You should know, you watched it."

"AH, DON'T REMIND ME!" Danny covered his ears and began chanting again. Vitoya rolled her eyes.

"Guess that means you won't be helping me get out of this damn hole," she grumbled, "Fuckin' dick." She braced her arms on either side of the opening and, with a grunt of effort, shimmied herself out of the vent followed immediately by Sesame. Seeing that Vitoya was unstuck, Danny uncovered his ears.

"Why did you… why didn't you just use the front door?" Danny asked, as if he was the logical one.

"Because Danny…" Vitoya paused for emphasis. "The cops were here because someone got scared and called in a rampant pokémon and most likely identified it as a male Frillish. And if it's a incident involving a pokémon you know the fuckin' PU will get involved. And if you know anything about Unova, you'd know that the fuckin' PU doesn't take out of control pokémon very lightly. Those assholes would've took Princeton from me and deemed me incapable. I mean sure, he's got some fuckin' issues like he doesn't know the basics of human and pokémon interaction and is a pretentious asshole but who the fuck else is gonna deal with the lil' fucker? They'd turn him into chum, or some sort of pokémon food, otherwise. Not to mention the fucking paperwork and it'll go on a record and it's just a big fuckin' hassle."

"Pee-you?" Danny said the last part with an inquisitive lilt.

"Right. Out of towner," Vitoya reminded herself. "The PU stinks… haha. Get it?" Vitoya laughed humorlessly before continuing on. "But basically, it's the Pokémon Union." Vitoya said 'Union' with a venom that Danny hoped would never be directed at him. "They do shit that's supposed to be helpin' the pokémon but really it's just a bunch of fat cats exploitin' trainer and pokémon alike. But nobody notices because of all the other shit that they're distracting everybody with. I mean they're not all bad I guess," Vitoya conceded, "but if you fuck up one time say goodbye to your poképal forever.

"What do you… what do you mean?"

"Well," Vitoya started, "One of my buddies once bought a casteliacone for himself and didn't share with his Bouffalant and it started ramming cars in the city in a fit. After that, the PU tranquilized it and took it off to who knows the fuck where. Now my pal is deemed an incapable trainer and isn't allowed to have Pokémon above danger level 2. Like what the fuck man, it was something that could've happened to anyone. Might as well not even be a trainer any more."

"Um...uh...what's..um...danger level?" Danny felt foolish for asking.

"What the fuck do you think it means, Danny? It's literally self explanatory." Danny bit his lip, sorry that he had asked. Seeing Danny look so pathetic, Vitoya sighed.

"You know what, we might as well have the Trainer school explain the whole fuckin' thing to you. Speaking of which, do you even have a trainer's license?" Danny shook his head. "Then how the fuck did you get into the cafeteria?"

"Well, I um...I kinda ran after you. I heard the nurse shout 'hey, wait!' but I think she didn't want to have to deal with running into the crowd." Danny looked at his shoes, sheepishly.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I was wrong about you, Danny boy. You're quite the rebel after all," she joked and slugged him on the shoulder.

"Wha!? I-I'm…." Danny looked horrified, realizing that he was now a wanted outlaw, "Vitoya, what am I gonna do?! OHMYARCEUS WHAT IF THESE COPS ARE HERE FOR ME!?"

"I thought we already established that they're here for Princeton, but whatever. Let's go get you a license. And I think I might need an upgrade, maybe..." Vitoya hummed the last part to herself absentmindedly as she led the duo away from the commotion of the Frillish scare.

"W-wait for me!" Danny hurried to keep up with Vitoya's pace. "D-do you even know where you're going?" he called out to her. Vitoya came to a halt which caused Danny to bump into her.

"Probably," she answered and then continued to walk forward as Sesame hopped back to his place on her shoulders, the two trainers wandered off into the streets of Nacrene.

A/N:

D says: Hey ya'll it's us again! After like an eight-month hiatus, here we are, ready and rarin' to serve up some gooooooood shit. Or, at least, tolerable shit. Anywho, this one was overdue, as i'm sure you can tell. I mean it's literally...V, what was the word count again? It's like 5000. IT'S LITERALLY 5000 WORDS LONG. Actually it's 4,836. IM SCREAMING. IT TOOK FOREVER. But hey, I hope you enjoyed it! We really poured a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into it. Not our own, of course. Bc I need this blood to survive. But yeah!

V says: Another collab chapter between D and V. Coolio. And probably for the foreseeable future.

Fun fact: The reason why Vitoya got so urgent about Sesame's coffee is because when this happened last time, he disappeared for days at a time. Also the "fuck" count for this chapter (not including the one in this sentence and the other euphemisms during the sex joke bit) is 29. Copious amounts of fucks brought to you by all the terrified trainers during the Frillish scare.