lurrien
seg six
Some life. Was pretty boring without Pooch. Not that we hung together all the time, but we could if we wanted to. I never thought about it before, but it was almost like a balance. Some time with Pooch, some time on my own. Worked out great. Now all I had was time on my own. No balance. Just a one-sided life. Wasn't any fun.
Before you say anything about, "Well, why dontcha just go and make some new friends?" lemme tell ya somethin'. Most Pokemon I meet make my fur crawl. They're stupid. Or they're petty. Or they're obsessed with finding a mate. Or they're out to suck your blood, pound you senseless, call you nasty names, or otherwise generally abuse you. In other words, they suck. Pooch though, he's cool. At least...he used to be.
And before you say anything about, "Well, SOMEONE just needs an attitude adjustment, then!" lemme tell ya somethin' else. Go play on the highway and get hit by a truck, please.
By now it was the middle of the night and it looked like everyone in the P.C. was sleepin'. These things were supposed to be open 24 hours, though...in case of emergencies from stupid Trainer Clone Kids training their Pokeslaves at night and getting them pasted. So I saw a little light on in the lobby, through the glass front door. Didn't matter. I wasn't going in the front door, anyway.
I came up on the side of the P.C., looking for windows. There were some on the second floor. Even teeny little P.C's like these usually had places upstairs where wandering Clones could stay for the night. I started calling, in little high-pitched whistling-chirping sounds. It was almost like a bird-call, something Pooch and I made up to find each other when we got separated. I sat down and made myself comfortable, figuring I might have to keep calling for a while before he responded. It was only a matter of time.
And actually, it turned out to be less time than I thought. I couldn't have been calling for more than a minute or so before I saw a furry head poking out of one of the windows. Looked like Pooch, but it was too dark to see. Moon was shining down on the other side of the P.C., so we were in the shadows.
Furry Head called back, same call. It was Pooch all right. Only trouble was...he was up there, and I was down here. I told him so.
"Come on down here!" I whispered loudly, but not too loudly, not wanting to wake up anything else inside.
"Come on up here!" Pooch loud-whispered back. I could've punched him. Right now I didn't feel like arguing over who was gonna move their lazy butt first.
"All right, why don't we just meet somewhere in the middle?!" I sassed, noticing the sheer flat wall in between his window and the ground.
"If you want. But I don't think we'll be able to stand there very long."
On the inside, I laughed. Okay, so he was still cool. If only I could understand why he had allowed himself to become a trainer slave.
"Okay. I don't wanna whisper loudly all night long! I wanna talk to ya face to face."
"So come on up!"
"I'm not going in there!"
"Why not?"
I stared coldly at him with my best You Are A Froot Loop And Don't Know It stare.
"You oughta see this place."
"I just wanna see you."
"I dunno if I can leave."
Ah, at last he was relenting. "Just tell your owner you had to go potty!"
He paused, seeming to consider it. But then he attached a string. "Hey, if I go down there, you gotta promise to come up here afterwards."
I was annoyed. "What for??"
"'Cause." And then he darted out of the window before I could say anything.
"I'm not--hey! I didn't promis--" but it was too late. The window had gone dark. But if he expected me to go back in that building with him after he came out here, he had a cuff to the ears coming. I didn't promise anything, and I wasn't setting a paw in Trainer Clone territory.
seg six
Some life. Was pretty boring without Pooch. Not that we hung together all the time, but we could if we wanted to. I never thought about it before, but it was almost like a balance. Some time with Pooch, some time on my own. Worked out great. Now all I had was time on my own. No balance. Just a one-sided life. Wasn't any fun.
Before you say anything about, "Well, why dontcha just go and make some new friends?" lemme tell ya somethin'. Most Pokemon I meet make my fur crawl. They're stupid. Or they're petty. Or they're obsessed with finding a mate. Or they're out to suck your blood, pound you senseless, call you nasty names, or otherwise generally abuse you. In other words, they suck. Pooch though, he's cool. At least...he used to be.
And before you say anything about, "Well, SOMEONE just needs an attitude adjustment, then!" lemme tell ya somethin' else. Go play on the highway and get hit by a truck, please.
By now it was the middle of the night and it looked like everyone in the P.C. was sleepin'. These things were supposed to be open 24 hours, though...in case of emergencies from stupid Trainer Clone Kids training their Pokeslaves at night and getting them pasted. So I saw a little light on in the lobby, through the glass front door. Didn't matter. I wasn't going in the front door, anyway.
I came up on the side of the P.C., looking for windows. There were some on the second floor. Even teeny little P.C's like these usually had places upstairs where wandering Clones could stay for the night. I started calling, in little high-pitched whistling-chirping sounds. It was almost like a bird-call, something Pooch and I made up to find each other when we got separated. I sat down and made myself comfortable, figuring I might have to keep calling for a while before he responded. It was only a matter of time.
And actually, it turned out to be less time than I thought. I couldn't have been calling for more than a minute or so before I saw a furry head poking out of one of the windows. Looked like Pooch, but it was too dark to see. Moon was shining down on the other side of the P.C., so we were in the shadows.
Furry Head called back, same call. It was Pooch all right. Only trouble was...he was up there, and I was down here. I told him so.
"Come on down here!" I whispered loudly, but not too loudly, not wanting to wake up anything else inside.
"Come on up here!" Pooch loud-whispered back. I could've punched him. Right now I didn't feel like arguing over who was gonna move their lazy butt first.
"All right, why don't we just meet somewhere in the middle?!" I sassed, noticing the sheer flat wall in between his window and the ground.
"If you want. But I don't think we'll be able to stand there very long."
On the inside, I laughed. Okay, so he was still cool. If only I could understand why he had allowed himself to become a trainer slave.
"Okay. I don't wanna whisper loudly all night long! I wanna talk to ya face to face."
"So come on up!"
"I'm not going in there!"
"Why not?"
I stared coldly at him with my best You Are A Froot Loop And Don't Know It stare.
"You oughta see this place."
"I just wanna see you."
"I dunno if I can leave."
Ah, at last he was relenting. "Just tell your owner you had to go potty!"
He paused, seeming to consider it. But then he attached a string. "Hey, if I go down there, you gotta promise to come up here afterwards."
I was annoyed. "What for??"
"'Cause." And then he darted out of the window before I could say anything.
"I'm not--hey! I didn't promis--" but it was too late. The window had gone dark. But if he expected me to go back in that building with him after he came out here, he had a cuff to the ears coming. I didn't promise anything, and I wasn't setting a paw in Trainer Clone territory.