"Questionable, funny, dumb, nice, Kariff." -KariffChief 2020
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THAT SYLVEON
Wow! The 41st chapter is here! That's so neat! How was the 39th chapter? Really? Same, me too. Oh my gosh! Me too! On a serious note, this is the REAL 41st chapter. I swear. Anyway, I hope you did enjoy yourselves last chapter out. Join our discord if you haven't. Eat your veggies also. Let's crack on.
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It was a much easier job to breathe knowing that Anais could simply run away from her problems as opposed to face them head on. She stealthily made her way to gym class, ensuring she remained diligent as she opened the door to the large squeaky-floored interior. As expected, there were dozens of Pokemon trying to get a good enough workout of their own. Unfortunately, that wasn't quite her objective; she remained on the lookout for two entities: an electric type with yellow fur, and an electric type with black fur.
Her head jetted back and forth for at least a sign, yet wherever she looked, she couldn't find any such luck.
I could've sworn I at least saw Manu on his way to gym.
Maybe he's in the little boys' room.
Ugh, okay. Where's Raidon, at least?
Don't even know where your boyfriend is?
I don't know! Maybe he's sick! We did spend a lot of time in the rain yesterday…
How about you send 'im a message? You have his number, anyways.
No doy! Sometimes, you're so helpful I could smooch you. Y'know, I've always thought about how it'd feel to make out with a legendary...
Don't play with my feelings, Anais… Not again.
She had taken a brief preliminary scan of the area around her person. Once discovering that there was truly no one of true interest out and about, she plopped her butt on the bleachers, and took out her phone. You know the rest.
Hey, Raidon? Where are you?
The message was sent, and now Anais played the waiting game. It made her heart smile just to think about how air-headed her latest boyfriend really was; he'd probably take hours just to reply to her message, let alone realise that he had a phone.
"Hey! Breon-Solian! You don't get signed for the 'Deltas by punkin' off! Move it!"
Even though Coach Easel was on the other side of the gymnasium, Anais' ears were ringing after that accost. Maybe it'd be useful to kill waiting time by hitting the obstacle course. Not like she had anything else to do anyway in this scarce gym.
Unbeknownst to the slacking Sylveon, three members of the same year stood in a triangle. Since Anais neglected the smaller subsection of the entire gymnasium - a moderately large room that housed many gym apparatus for aspiring battlers of Pokemon that just wanted to change their appearance - the trio remained ignorant of the fairy frolicking about for only two of them.
Manuel, Barry and Raidon surrounded a drinking water outlet, chatting quietly amongst themselves. The final Luxray had been the last to speak.
"Sorry, uhh... I didn't really catch your name. What was it again?"
The Zeraora playfully rolled his eyes.
"Manuel. That's why I tell people just to call me Manu. They don't quite get the emphasis on the 'e'. 'Naw mean?"
Raidon and Barry both shared a chuckle. The Blaziken was just glad to see both of his close friends - One lost to time and the other closely acquainted to his cousin - get on over a topic he loved: physical fitness.
"Aha, sorry dude. So you came from Johto?"
The similarly electric typed mythic twiddled one of his azure whiskers with his paws. "Well… Technically speakin', yuh I did. But I stayed in 'Oenn from when I was a youngster up until… Uhh… I'd say four years ago. I was born in Johto, though."
The Luxray's eyes widened by the force of intrigue. He stole a couple glances at Barry as if to say "Can you believe this? I can't!" It was the face ripped right out of a TV commercial. Barry only smiled and nodded, as one would.
"Wow, Johto. One of those really fancy, traditional places, kinda like Kalos or Unova."
"Golly, what I'd do to go there." Barry quipped, finally inputting his two cents. "Travel prices are super steep; my parents aren't really keen on taking me there much."
"Oh, wait - did you say Kalos?" interjected Manu, leaning on the fountain, about to take a sip. "Yeah, I've been there before."
"You're joking, right?!" exclaimed the battle-loving Luxray. He looked ready to do a backflip or two. "Kalos is such an expensive region to live in. How was it?"
Manuel smugly closed the distance between his paw and his chin. The two connected and rubbed together, encouraging sparks to fly out in erratic directions. His eyes fell upon the ecstatic Raidon.
"Weell, I'm a pretty rare 'Mon. So during that time, I did get hits with a few modelling agencies - during a vacation by the way - and a ton of pictures with strangers that wanted somethin' to take home, I s'pose." he elaborated, shrugging his shoulders for that little extra effect. "But hey, a boid 'n da hand…" Manu held out both paws in opposite directions. "Is worth two 'n da bush!" Meanwhile, Barry and Raidon glared at the mythic like two kids listening to their grandpa's obstreperous memories of the largest Pokemon war known to man. "Don't tell me yous haven't even stepped outside Hoenn."
Barry and Raidon looked at one another delicately. Both were ill at ease under the Zeraora's mockingly harsh stare.
"I-I mean, I've been to a couple other regions, but not that many." admitted Barry. He looked down at his peach feathered feet cumbersomely.
Likewise, Raidon gnawed at his lip self-consciously, playing with the flesh at the end of his lips with a canine as his mind conjured up an excuse. "I-I mean, I haven't reaally seen much of the other regions. But you know! West Latias is a pretty lively place, anyways."
A smirk befell Manu's face, though thankfully Barry remained neutral. "Hey, it's a'ight, bro. West Latias city is where it's at."
Finally, something Raidon could agree on. The party of three exactly enjoyed a laugh of concurrence while taking turns swigging water from the dispenser. They hadn't even been doing their job of working out, either. Soon, doing nothing productive meant time was going quicker than they had expected. Chatting about arbitrary topics surrounding "boy's stuff" molded a triangular bond amid the jolly musketeers. An unlikely newcomer found their way into the subsection of the gymnasium, meekly dragging his paws against the floor as they humbly approached their fellow pupils.
Barry's vision cleared up after squinting from laughing too much. He noticed the oncoming Pokemon, and could recognise that scruffy pearl fur from miles away.
"Hello, Fraiser!" the Blaziken greeted, beckoning for the normal type to put aside his anxieties and come closer to him and his cohorts.
The Furfrou hoisted a trembling paw, and attempted to wave it side to side. It was as if he was trying to say 'Hello' or something like that.
"H-Hi."
Manu simply waved, moving over to morph the triangle into a rounded square. "Hey buddy. I'm Manu."
"N-Nice to meet you, M-Manu." Fraiser replied, trying not to get caught staring at the Zeraora's glimmering eyes for too long - wouldn't want anyone to assume anything.
Showing his serrated yet endearing fangs, Raidon grinned at the timid Poodle Pokemon. "What's going up, Frasier? You know, I didn't take a smart guy like you as one to hang out in the gym or anything."
Raidon received a playful elbow from his Blaziken bud. "H-Hey! That's not too considerate to say. I'm sure Frasier visits the gym more often than we do."
"A-Actually," stammered the clearly unsure Furfrou. Manu found it hard to watch the normal type with a straight face. "Raidon's right, I don't usually come here. B-But, I've made a promise to myself to start improving my physique at the g-gym."
Eyebrows went up all around as intrigue increased in the conversation. Manu set a courteous paw up on his hip, and leaned into Frasier, slightly closer than the furry white student would've preferred.
"Is that a fact? You tryna impress a girl?" teased the Zeraora, making Raidon chuckle a bit, though Barry wasn't too sure about the connotations of that jester.
"I-I'd suppose so. But, I've wanted to build my structure and feel better about myself for awhile, now."
The aspiration made waters of empathy crash upon Barry's heart. He glanced down at the smaller, more fragile Pokemon that barely stood before him. Frasier was frail, miniscule, and in the shadow of the three Pokemon that surrounded him. Literally.
"I suppose it's fair." shrugged Manu, but there was an unremovable glint in his eye - his chagrin, if you will. "If ya don't mind me askin' Frasier, you walked over here wit' a bit of pawpose. Somethin' else on your mind?"
Looking down at his dusty paws contrasting with the sheen ceramic tiling, Frasier thought about what was indeed on his mind. He flashed a glance at a set of dumbells surrounding a bench to lay on. "Umm, well… Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you guys would umm… watch me while I did some lifts? J-Just like, to make sure that I was doing everything correctly, and safely, and…"
Raidon put a paw up, and right in the Furfrou's muzzle, much to his surprise. Frasier frowned as he went cross-eyed to focus on the limb ahead of him.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Barry and I can sort you out. Let's head over and get started."
Frasier nodded, and the party of four likely (and one unlikely) members trotted and trudged to the deadlifting equipment.
The normal type had sat down on the deadlift bench, and glanced at his peers sheepishly. "So umm… Don't I need some weights to begin with?"
A Blaziken tapped his noggin. No doy. "O-Oh! Of course! What sort of weight range do you work with?"
Raidon elbowed his partner in crime gently. "Barry… He said he had never been to a gym before, remember?"
"Oh yeah. Sorry."
"It's alright." Frasier accepted, brushing aside a few of his ivory bangs. "Aren't there any like… starter weights or something?"
"'Course there are! Could'ya give me a hand, Barry?"
Nods were shared, so Barry and Raidon left the two that were Manu and Frasier, in order to pick up some weights. Cumbrously, the Furfrou fiddled with his fingers amid the presence of someone who was certainly much more socially equipped than him. In a time like this, when you had nothing to do while with someone you didn't know very well, you should always get out your phone and try to act busy. Trust me, I'm a professional.
Frasier opened his phone, yet to his instant discovery, the picture that was last taken with a certain Sylveon appeared in the queue following the basic lock screen. As fate would have it, Manu, who was apparently a very observant Pokemon, saw exactly what was on his phone display, and raised his eyebrows in an iconic fashion.
"Wowee? Who's that chick on your phone screen?" prodded the Zeraora, smirking at the fumbling Furfrou who fought to put his phone away.
Frasier was in deep thought. His eyes scoured the entire gymnasium for an answer. Only one came to his mind, though.
"That's, umm… That's my g-girlfriend! W-Who else?"
Manu's eyebrows curved and rose even further. "Really? Mind if I take a better look?"
The timid normal type complied, and portrayed the phone within his paws, with the same picture as before on the screen. A smiling Sylveon, cuddled up to a beaming Furfrou. The image didn't lie. On the other hand, the longer Manu glared at the exhibit, the higher his eyebrows ascended. Frasier didn't think it was possible.
Eventually, the Zeraora backed off politely. "If I'm honest, she looks a good fit for you. Nice catch, dude."
"Aha… Thanks a lot."
Enough time had passed for Barry and Raidon to return with a couple of weights to get the youngest member of the Furble family started on his first gym escapade. The duo had found a way to place them neatly and carefully on the bar, and stood on each side of the lying Furfrou. This allowed Manu to stand behind the set.
"Okay Frasier, just take it easy." directed the Luxray, sitting back on his rear below one of the dumbells, supporting it with his arms. "Slowly, just slowly, push the bar off the handles, and let it gently come toward your chest."
"You got this, man." came a supportive voice from the other electric type, who noticed that Frasier began sweating already.
"R-R-Right… You're right." self-persuaded the normal type, pushing against the deadlift bar with thunderous intent. "I… can do this!"
Barry and Manu walked out through the school gates once the day had concluded, smiling proudly from a hard, grueling day of non-stop chatter and friendly banter. After sidling through many crowds of bumbling Pokemon who didn't want to calm down, both friends had realised it was time to part ways.
"Never thought that 15 kilos would fracture his arm. Then again, none of us did!" joked the mythical electric type, playfully slapping on the Blaziken's feathery back joyously as per usual.
Barry pushed out a laugh by force, but secretly, he was guiltily cringing on the inside. "Aha… I know…"
The teen with a heavy Johto accent looked up, spotting the cyan roof of a bus stop looking right back at him.
"'Ey, you take the bus, Barry?" asked Manu, folding his arms once the duo had stopped outside the bus stop closest to the school. "Not for not, but I always thought a rich-boy like you would be takin' Daddy's car home!"
Barry smiled, but flustered a little when he gazed at the Zeraora's wiggling eyebrows. He was more interested in how the heck he did that. His expression put Dwayne 'The Brock' Onixson's signature mask in the dumpster.
"Yeah. My Mom wants me to get used to public transport so I don't end up spoiled or anything." expounded the Blaziken, scratching the back of his head, where his beige feathers were.
Immediately, Manu leaped over to grasp a hold of the Blaziken's shoulders, startling the unprepared fire type. "DUDE."
"W-What?!" stammered Barry, staring deep into the Thunderclap Pokemon's shimmering eyes. He became more aware of how intensely the Zeraora clung to his blades once he felt the sharp sensation of eight serrated blades threatening to break past his skin.
"BARRY." Manu exclaimed again, turning his head left to induce Barry to look the same way. The Blaziken was directed to the pavement across the road. "Good grief. I'm no pilot, but for that chick across da road, I cer'ainly would be just to take her to cloud nine, if you 'naw mean?"
It took a little bit of time to get exactly what the Zeraora was talking about. In fact, in the end, Barry still hadn't had an idea what was said in the last ten seconds. At the very least, though, he knew what the subject of the conversation was. Looking across the street, Barry's eyes met a very voluptuous, slimy, dragon type that sauntered away from the school gates. He could've sworn that he had seen that Pokemon here or there around the school.
"'Ave a look Barry. One of Arceus' finest. The Goodra." elaborated Manu, highlighting the dragon's meanders with his pair of paws. "Are we lookin' at the same girl? Look at those buh-donka-donks! If I walked into a wall, I wouldn't break my nose, if you 'naw what I'm sayin'?"
"Uhhh… Uhm. Oh…"
It took all of Barry's will not to do a number of things:
Firstly, look down. One wrong glance would have proven the Zeraora's hypothesis right, yet also would've compromised the Blaziken's sense of comfort, knowing that the electric type holding him like a vice was also displaying physical indications of sexual arousement.
Secondly, think about it. Manu had a chin that was at least 3 inches ahead of his torso. Add that to the length of his muzzle and you could have a minimum estimate for the size of hi- No, Barry, STOP!
The only thing Barry could do was get a better look at the Goodra who probably had the intentions of simply going home.
I mean… I'd suppose she's very uhh… Well endowed, but… Golly, my mind keeps going back to Lola…
It's been awhile since I've had any lines of my own. Anyway, my dear young Barry Bursyamo, I do believe your brain is beginning to lose control to your heart.
I know… I've sorta realised that my-HYUCK!
For some reason, whatever should've come out of his mouth manifested in the Blaziken's thoughts. Anyways, Barry was slapped heavily by Manu, who had a determined face donned on that black, yellow and blue furred mop of his.
"You know what, Barry?" challenged the Zeraora, now (thankfully) releasing the poor Blaziken, who now writhed painfully in the past scars that held stories of the one time Manu grabbed him because he saw a girl across the street. "I'm gonna try and nab that girl's number. Watch and learn. Take notes if ya have to. Here's a real ladies' man at work."
Manu strutted across the road, not bothering to check for any vehicles since he had confidence on his side. He ran his tongue over his aqua-coloured paw, and used the saliva to wring back any unruly loose hairs that rebelled against his lawful wavy mane.
Barry couldn't hear the exchange that was occurring between them, but that Goodra didn't seem happy by the end of it. All that was really demonstrated was how to get a slap on the cheek. Poor Manu ended up with two for the price of one. The electric type had returned to his initial displacement at the bus stop, where his friend waited for his frowning face to give him the sitrep.
"Umm… I saw what happened there." Barry begun. Things didn't seem that they went all that well for Master Valverde here. I wish I had someone to hold me as tensely as hard as Manu held his stinging cheek. "Did you get that girl's number?"
Slapped cheek or not, Manu didn't let the event kill his grin off. "Number? Nawt quite. But, I did get her name! It was like… Dippie? Nah nah… Cathy! Das it! What a sighter she was."
"O-Oh, congratulations I suppose. There's not much you can do with just her name, though."
"Hey, as they say, Barry," started Manu, shrugging his shoulders and presenting both paws. "A boid in the haaaand..?"
"-Is worth two in the bush." monotonously finished the Blaziken. The Zeraora's contagious smile was irresistible.
"Glad I taught you well. I'm gonna dip, Barry. Gotta catch 'em boids, 'naw mean? Catch ya tomorrow!"
"O-Oh! Well, see you soon, Manu!" Barry yipped surprisingly. Just like that, he watched as the electric type turned on a pivot, waving his friend goodbye. Once the mythical 'Mon had reached a vanishing point, the Blaziken rotated to check the bus schedule. However, his gears began to turn as he noticed something across the street. Something that he thought imbued him with perfervid lip-munching nail-biting delight. Looking both ways, he crossed the street, calling out for the attention of his objective.
"Lola! Hey, Lola!"
A Lopunny - hazel fur, slim, curvy, and her hips wouldn't tell a lie for a million dollars. Those traits only touched the surface of what Barry thought about the normal type. The bunny turned around to the Blaziken who hopped across the peaceful roads. She clutched the books that she held to her bosom even tighter, as her chest was filled to the brim with anticipation.
"B-Barry?" stammered Lola, tilting backwards in surprise to the Blaziken's sudden entrance. Unlike the last time she had saw him, though, Barry had a large smile on his crimson beak. His beige feathers waved excitedly behind him as a cape.
As if it had come out of nowhere and materialised into existence, Lola flinched upon feeling Barry's fire-hot embrace completely engulf her torso. If it wasn't for the fact that she was carrying her books, Lola would've thought she was in bed with an electric blanket. She couldn't fight the warm, fuzzy feeling that manifested between her ribcage, and formed a smile on her face. The Lopunny wasn't complaining.
"Golly, it's as if I hadn't seen you in ages!" exclaimed the fire and fighting dual type. To the conversely normal type, it had merely been a few days of sickness and lying in bed, amid doing a lot of thinking. "Have you been alright?"
"Yeah, I've been all good. Just sick." told Lola, feeling her grin fade away once Barry had taken his arms off her. "How about you?"
"Oh. Sorry to hear about that. I've been fine though, thanks!"
Lola copped another smile, and for this Blaziken, she definitely didn't mind forcing it. The Blaze Pokemon grinned without any prompt also. He made her feel this way, so what was she waiting for?
"No worries, Barry."
The duo stared at each other for a bit longer. Their once colorful smiles began to feel a bit awkward. Their expression became that of a Pokemon with something very obvious on their minds. It was just a matter of acknowledging it.
"Umm… By the w-way, Lola, I want to tell you something."
Barry didn't think it was possible for a Lopunny's ears to stand completely on end. Thankfully, Lola's didn't. Although, they did rise by a considerable amount. Enough for the teen to take notice.
"Really? What is it?"
If it wasn't already conspicuous already, Lola was really milking these moments because she knew exactly what the topic of conversation was about to be. They both seemed to be psychic, but at the same time, neither knew what was on the others' mind. It was one of those situations.
"I've… I've really given it a lot of thought since our last meet, and…"
Here was the moment of truth. Lola had prepared a parachute to hopefully ease her landing when she was to be dropped down painfully.
"I really, really, really miss you." the Blaziken confessed, shifting his gaze to the corroding brick of the looming school walls that eavesdropped on their moment. "And like… Uhh... I know that I said I didn't understand the feelings I had for you that time at your house, but for the time that I spent not with you, I couldn't think of anything else! It was so weird! Anyways, uh. What do you think?"
Did she really need to answer that question? Lola dropped her books carelessly on the sidewalk. The pages filled with knowledge and power clattered about, yet she hadn't another care in the world. The Lopunny leaped toward the Blaziken, wrapping her legs around his midsection, while her paws upheld the underside of his beak. Closing her eyes, she leaned in and gave a long kiss to the side of his cheek. Myriads of students were out that day to see the feat. Barry's eyelids opened wider due to the brown-coloured bolt out of the blue. Yet, it only took a couple seconds to snicker to himself, and accept the hug with open arms.
Once Lola had let up on her armada of pecks to his beak, she moved her head back to look at the Blaze Pokemon with a dreamy aura in her eyes.
"Barry, you have no idea how long I was waiting to do that." sighed the relaxed Lopunny, resting her head on her other half's chest. "Don't ever make me wait like that ever again."
He had chuckled a little bit more, before Lola was put back down on her own two feet - to her pouty dismay.
"Aha, sorry, Lola. But, thanks a lot for listening to me! I really, really appreciate it. It feels so good to finally have closure after all that time spent holding such a burden…" The Blaziken seemed to have dozed off into space. He looked what some parents would name a 'Deerling in headlights'.
"Uhh… Barry? Hello..? What the heck are yo-"
"MY BUS!"
Without any form of warning, Barry dashed across the road, leaving a small trail of red feathers behind.
"ByeLolasorrybutIgottajet'causethisisthelastbusforthehourokaybye!"
Lola stood, perplexed beyond belief. She found it difficult to be mad at the blazing teenager who had now boarded the bus in a hurry. In fact, it made her want to jump in the air and perform a backflip. With renewed strength and confidence, the Lopunny fixed her previously slouched demeanor and… proceeded to pick up the 4 books that she had carelessly dashed minutes before.
Falco Lombardi hopped out of his Arwing, pulling off a couple somersaults while he did so. Unholstering his blaster, he took in his surroundings with a deep breath, and turned the safety off for his ranged weapon.
"Finally, I've made it. Furry island." he muttered, cocking his gun. "Let's do thi-"
"..."
"Hey Barry! What're you reading?"
Barry flew out of his seat on the bus - his comic book doing the same - arching at an angle and punking on a Garchomp who hadn't been quite on a lucky streak as of recently.
"Bursyamo! You're on thin ice, mate." threatened the menacing land shark, pointing one of his blades at the sorry Blaziken.
"I-I'm sorry, Gary! It was an… Aw, man." Barry eventually murmured, feeling a bit too embarrassed to get up and grab his comic book from the floor beside the Garchomp. He looked up at least. The Pokemon who disturbed the peace was none other than Raidon, the radical Luxray who never ceased to smile. Barry wasn't smiling. His comic was gone.
"Hey Barrágan!" Raidon chirped, sitting on the bus seat directly in front of the Blaziken. You know, because it's uncool to actually sit next to someone. "How's it going?"
Barry looked at his empty talons. "My comic book is gone, but I'm in a pretty good mood!"
"Good to hear, Sterling! Oh, uh, I mean Barry." acclaimed Raidon, struggling to fidget about to turn his body to Barry. Maybe he should've sat next to him. "So anyways, uhh… You know that new guy who came into gym cla-"
Raidon took a look around him. There was no one on the top deck of the bus aside from himself, Barry and a couple other school mates.
"Hello? Earth to Raidon?" called Barry, waving a talon in front of the Luxray's downcast expression. "Are you alright?"
The electric type shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows, clearly confuzzled.
"I don't know. For some reason, I just feel like something should be happening right now."
Barry did the same. Took a 12 to 9 o' clock glance about him, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so he unhandily shrugged. The brewing feeling felt like imminent doom that had yet to take shape. Maybe it's something he just wasn't catching onto.
Raidon shivered, trying to get those bad vibes to stop crawling up and down his spine. "D-Don't worry about it. Anyway the Zeraora. Umm… Emmanuel?"
"No, it's just Manuel." clarified the Blaziken, looking back for his unfortunately discarded comic book. "Though, what about him?"
"Oh, right. I stink at names. Well, anyways, I wanted to just let you know that I think he's really cool. And, I was thinking we could do something together! Like, meet up after school or something."
Barry found his smile that he had forgotten back at his exchange with Lola. "Wow, you're right! That sounds like a really good idea! I haven't hung out with him in ages!"
Raidon smirked at his genius idea. The best way to make friends was to be nice. However, the best way to make friends with cool people was to first establish yourself as a cool person prior to any kinds of rendezvous. He would know. Raidon saw it in the newspapers.
"Then it's a plan! We'd have to ask him first, though." added the Gleaming Eyes Pokemon, raising a digit and getting his phone out. "Do you think he has SnivyChat? I could add him on… Uhh…"
Lost in thought was the electric type sitting in front of him. Barry cocked his head at a couple degrees, and scratched his beak delicately.
"Raidon? Are you alright?"
"Uhh… Where did all these notifications come from?"
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Great read, guys. Really appreciate your time and effort. A little bit upset because the people in my server don't want me spamming Lewdbardi. I will express my distaste perhaps another time. Do join the discord server if you haven't, because I've done waayyyy too much plugging. Stay inside! Stay at home!
-LuanOTP
*Knock knock*
"Come in."
The door to a dark office eerily opened with the shrieks of a creak indicating the presence of another living organism. Light stepped in, and out just as briquely, leaving the silhouette of a nerve-wracked Sylveon to creep in further into the room, right up to a desk.
"How can I help you?" A voice came from behind a swivel chair. The offer of a service sounded more like a threat, weirdly enough.
"W-Well ma'am, it was a really nice chapter, but… but… I don't feel like I had enough time nor lines, ma'am, despite being one of the main characters of this entire fanfiction. S-So, I was just wondering if I could… If I could have a little bit more of the spotlight? Ma'am…"
"...Get out."
"What? Bu-"
The mistress sitting on the swivel chair made a 180, slamming her hands on the vulnerable desk, and stood to make her Charizard-like stature known and authority recognised.
"I SAID GET OUT!"
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*Ring ring, Brrrrrrring*
*Ring ring, Brrrrrrring*
"Eugh… Who's calling at these devilish hours..?" mumbled a Zoroark, tossing and turning in bed before succumbing to the infernal screams of a vibrating mobile phone. She looked to her left, and woke up her lover in bed by shaking his person back and forth. "Hey. Get up, Coopie. That's your phone ringing. Could you shut it up so I don't turn up to work looking like a zombie please?"
Cooper, the tail-less 38-year old Jolteon struggled about in his sleep. Rather, he had just woken up. His eyebrows furrowed once he too heard the sound that prodded his mind like a pestle to a mortar. The electric type's navy eyes fluttered open painfully, and took to making sense of his surroundings.
"Dammit, Zoey. What does a Jolteon gotta do around here just to close his eyes for a couple hours?" croaked Cooper, pulling 100 degrees off counter clockwise to comfortably reach his phone. He tapped the screen once and put the device to his ear. "Hello?"
"..."
"Oh! What's poppin', Julley? Yeah, I can spare a minute or two."