"He's that stubborn, huh?" the Beartic asks.
A heavy sigh escapes the Machamp's mouth. Frowning, he looks up at the Pangoro as he scratches his head. "You should convince him to bring us along. I mean, come on!" He flexes his muscles on all four arms. "I'm strong! We all are!"
"Yeah, man," the Beartic agrees with a nod. "It'll be a breeze if the three of us go!"
It's the Pangoro's turn to sigh. "I know, I know, but it's the kid's expedition, you know?"
"You should convince him to bring us along!"
"Yeah!" the Machamp quickly agrees with a big grin. "Who knows what sorts of wilds I can get from this place!"
The Beartic frowns at their leader. "There you go again."
"Hey! It's just a business on the side, okay?" the Machamp retorts back with a frown. "Just some extra money, you know?"
"I really do not support it."
"And we're going off topic," the four-armed fighting-type shot back with a dismissive frown. Shaking his head, he turns back to the Pangoro, and rolls his eyes. "Agh, let's just drop it, okay? I don't want us to go on a heated argument about this whole wild thing again."
Groaning, the Pangoro lifts a hand and massages the bridge between his eyes. "...anyway," he starts, looking back at his two teammates. "I'll try to convince him to let you guys come with, but you two will just have to accept whatever he decides in the end."
"Tsk, fine," the Machamp quickly replies with an annoyed look.
"Hmm... Mmm..." the Chimecho hums as she floats in front of the impatient Eevee, whose whole body's engulfed with the psychic-type's psychic aura. "Hmm..."
Closing his own eyes, the Eevee lets out a bored and frustrated sigh.
After a few more seconds, the magical aura surrounding him finally fades. Smiling, the Chimecho reopens her eyes and nods at the Eevee. "All done!"
"I noticed..."
Not minding his sarcastic remark, she levitates a pen and clipboard, and starts writing on it. "As you thought, your body is currently in the process of storing energy for evolution." She pauses from her writing long enough to smile at him and say: "I wonder what will you evolve into?"
"Not a Sylveon, hopefully," he grumbles, and quietly curses the universe as it'll most-likely turn him into the pink ribbon demon as a joke.
The nurse lets out a chuckle. "Wouldn't that be a sight to see?" She continues on her writing.
He blinks. Now that he thinks about it, having extra limbs wouldn't be so bad. It will feel more natural than having weird mental limbs if he turns into an Espeon.
Another blink. Why is he seriously thinking about this?
"I suggest you stop using your badge for the time being until you've evolved."
The Eevee blinks once again, and then recalls that the badge uses some of the user's energy. Then again, it's deactivated now, so...
"You seem to have been preparing to evolve for more than a month now," the Chimecho continues with a concerned frown. "Which isn't normal. Did you not notice your body getting ready to evolve before?" She shakes her head. "It's not healthy to continue your rescue missions during this delicate transition your body is going through."
"I ah, er, sorry?" the Eevee awkwardly apologizes as he grabs the nurse's note being handed to him.
"I suggest you take a week of rest," the Chimecho tells him as the Eevee reads through the note. "After you've evolved, you should be able to continue working here." She smiles at him, but it quickly morphs into a frown as she tells him, "But I suggest you come see me right away before you do."
With a nod of understanding, the Eevee walks out of the room and spots a familiar orange from the corner of his vision. Frowning, he stops and turns, just in time to see the Buizel entering the library. Not having any more reason for being there, he turns to the other direction and heads toward the stairs. Walking down, he sees the Delcatty standing by the stairs, and wonders if he should say something.
He doesn't need to wonder for long as the Delcatty's large ears twitch to his pawsteps. She turns to him, recognizes him, and smiles. "Oh, hello."
Noticing a number of other Eevees in the lobby, he momentarily wonders how she is able to recognize him. "Hi," is his quick reply as he walks by her, mentally forcing himself to continue walking.
"Ah, but," the Delcatty stammers, but the Eevee's long gone. Ears drooping, she closes her eyes and sighs. "I wanted to know if, by chance, you know him..." she whispers to no one in particular.
"Know who?" asks a sudden voice.
Her ears perk up in alarm, sensing a large shadow looming over her. Taking a quick breath to steel herself, she slowly looks up and sees a tall Pangoro curiously looking down at her.
"Are you looking for someone, miss?"
She then remembers that she's inside the guild, and quickly tells herself that this tall Pokemon isn't there to trouble her. So with a smile, she decides not to trouble him with her silly little thoughts. "I am, yes," she tells him with a cute nod. But she frowns as she looks around. "But you all seem to be so busy. I don't really wanna trouble any of you."
The Pangoro chuckles. "Could've fooled me. You looked like you wanted to speak to that kid earlier."
She blinks at him. "...kid?" The Eevee? She frowns in confusion. He didn't look like a kid.
The tall Pokemon chuckles once more. "Nah, but I like calling him that just to mess with him."
Oh. It sounds like the two of them are friends. She smiles and nods in understanding.
"Anyway," the Pangoro continues, and points at a few Pokemon seated behind a large and curved desk. "Just head over to the information desk over there. You can ask about the person you're looking for."
Oh, but of course! She smiles and chuckles at her silliness. With a large guild such as this one, of course there's a help desk for Pokemon like herself!
She turns back to the tall Pokemon and bobs a curtsy to him. "Thank you! I would have stood around for a whole day, and Arceus-knows how many more days if it weren't for you!"
"Yeah well," the Pangoro starts, frowning as he scans the crowd. "Some would have preferred that," he mumbles to himself as he notices quite a number of Pokemon quietly checking his small companion out.
"Please give my thanks to your friend as well."
The Pangoro looks down and blinks a curious blink. "Huh?"
"The Eevee." Her smile sweetens. "Despite him being busy, he went out of his way to guide me to this guild." She closes her eyes and sighs. "I've yet to thank him properly." She looks back at him. "So, would it alright to ask you to send my thanks to him?"
The tall Pokemon shrugs. "Sure. But I have a better idea," he tells her with a smirk.
Two steaming plates are served on a wooden table where two Pokemon are seated.
"Here you are!" the young Nickit chirps with a very bright smile. "Please enjoy!"
"Don't mind if I do!" the Cyndaquil answers back before chowing down on her meal.
The yellow Shinx rolls his eyes as the Nickit places their bowls of water. "Thanks," he tells the young waitress with a tired smile.
Bowing, the Nickit then heads toward other newly-seated customers to take their orders.
"She really has changed," the Shinx says to no one in particular. "It's really hard to think that it's all thanks to our friend who shall not be named."
"Probably gives her a good rutting."
The electric-types gives her a very disapproving frown. "...I'm really glad I wasn't eating or drinking when you said that."
"I was only joking," the Cyndaquil says with a shrug. "She's too young for that."
"That didn't stop the mental image you gave me."
"Replace that with you and me then," she tells him with a smirk. "Later tonight?"
The Shinx sighs. "I'd love to, but I don't think I'll have the energy." He takes a bite out of his meal as the Cyndaquil laughs. "I seriously need a good night's sleep, Cindy. Or a good day's sleep. Whatever..." He sighs yet again. "You know what I mean."
"Gee, you do, huh? And what about poor old me?" She chuckles. "I got most of the lashing, you know."
"All of the lashing, you mean."
"Got paid for it, at least." Her smile immediately turns into a frown. "I hope it doesn't turn into a kink or something..."
The yellow Shinx shivers. "Arceus-above, please no..."
"And he could have hold himself back a bit, though." She takes a sip from her water bowl, and cherishes the cool liquid soothing her insides. "But yeah... I could seriously need some sleep, too." And then an idea. "How about we just cuddle?" she asks with a smile.
The Shinx smiles back at her. "I'd love that. Your place?"
"Hell no! It's too far and I'm too pooped to move after this."
The Shinx frowns. "My neighbors could be a problem though..."
"They're still not kicked out?"
The Shinx sighs, ears drooping. "I'm as surprised as you are."
The Cyndaquil groans. "Ugh... Well, we should be too tired by then to care. I think." She 'blinks', and taps her chin in thought. "Say Shino..."
"Hm?" he hums as he chews.
"How about you move in with me?"
His sudden sharp take of breath makes him choke on his meal.
"And so he makes a back flip, snap the bad guy's neck and saves the day."
The white Vulpix bursts into laughter, tears forming in her eyes as she struggled to control herself. "Arceus above, Linik!"
"I know, right?!" He then joins in the laughter. "That Snivy is so full of shit but he never fails to make anyone laugh."
Their mirthful laughter mixes with the many other noise in a somewhat busy diner by the city's eastern gate, where many Pokemon start their day with steaming cups of coffee and all sorts of meals. The smell of grease lingers in the air, but the patrons pay no mind as they converse with one another, sharing stories and other things about the things in their lives.
Two of them happen to be seated by the establishment's window, where outside are many other Pokemon going out and about.
"I tell you, that Snivy is one weird guy," the Sentret says as the duo's laughter dies down. "Whew... And you have a lovely laugh, Vixie."
Hearing this, the white Vulpix blushes and shyly looks away. "Oh, stop that."
"But it's true!" the Sentret asserts. "It's as lovely as, as... Um..." He blushes as he stumbles for words.
The ice-type quietly laughs at her date's struggle. "You're really cute, too."
His blush intensifies, and he quickly turns his gaze outside the window, making his date laugh some more. He smiles. "S-see? Your laugh sounds really lovely."
And her blush returns once again. "O-oh stop it..." she mumbles as she struggles to look at his smiling face.
He leans forward a bit with a smile. "So how about you, Vixie? Got any funny stories about your team?"
The ice-type taps her chin in thought. "Hm... Oh! There's one!" She grins at him. "So we went to this cave, right? There were so many Zubats that swarmed us, and—"