Eyy.

Just a small side project which came to be through a suggestion I made in a certain server.

Goal was to tackle things others and I do not usually write, or better said, things that are not our main selling point.

Writing romance and yuri are certainly not among my main priorities or strengths, so this small project came to life as a result. A sort of test, if you would.

Now, a friend told me this could easily turn into a three part story if written correctly, and I think I could do that. We will see how this first Chapter does first, however, and work from there. For now I'll post it as a Completed One-Shot.

Also, we are living in 2022 and people are weird, so just to be sure:

I am not promoting or demoting anything or anyone with this story.

I ain't that good a person.

I just write.

So yeah, there's that.

Hope you enjoy and if you do, tell me what you think of my ability to write such things with not a lot of prior experience. Without being an asshole about it, thank you.

Mkay, see you at the end.

Kay bye.

XXX

It had taken a long time, but finally she had done it. Just today, in fact.

Level 3.

Four long years of fighting and yet more fighting, the times she had nearly died already beyond count. At times she wondered herself if she was simply lying to herself.

A backwater village girl like herself, was it possible for someone as bland as that to do anything noteworthy?

Apparently yes.

Becoming an Adventurer.

Being promoted to Vice-Captain.

Reaching Level 3.

It had taken a long time but slowly she piled up a couple of such noteworthy feats.

She did not like to put on airs but she at least believed she deserved this much.

Of course it was not a very remarkable feat.

Orario was den of monsters and many others reached peaks far above hers, Asfi of Hermes Familia and Anakitty of Loki Familia just to name a few. As Vice-Captain of the Adrestia Familia she could not publicly voice it but her admiration for those two was very high, to a level where her Familia members began to make fun of her.

All in good fun, of course.

She took a deep breath and collected herself in front of the establishment.

Hostess of Fertility.

This was her destination and she had just reached it. The next steps however would be harder to take than the path she walked.

Another deep breath, which did little to calm her ever-increasing heart beat, and she walked up the few stairs and into the establishment.

"Welcome." She was greeted after taking a couple steps inside, the elven waitresses walking up to welcome her. They were old acquaintances, but she kept her lips shut about it, something Ryuu appreciated. She quickly glanced behind her. "A table for one?" The question came after the waitress made sure she was alone.

Her eyes lowered to meet those of the elven waitress. Her height was not phenomenal but she was around the same height as most male Adventurers and thus taller than the petite Elf before her. "Yes, please."

She was by no means as well-known in the Hostess as other, much higher Level individuals, but she came here regularly enough for the staff to get a bit of an insight into her personality. She disliked causing unnecessary trouble if she could help it and so when she came alone she usually voiced that the counter was fine, too.

The fact that she had not voiced it this time around told the waitress that the woman wanted her privacy this time around. "This way, please."

She nodded and followed the waitress through the establishment. It was night-time now and many of the tables were already taken by Adventurers already on their third or fourth mug of ale.

There was one table on the far right side still open and that is where Ryuu guided the woman towards.

"Ahh, I'll take over, Ryuu." A voice pitched in and another waitress came over towards them, the brown-haired girl called Lunoire.

And the reason for the woman's visit, as well.

The Elf nodded and after bowing slightly towards the newest customer she walked away, letting Lunoire take over.

"You're looking good today." The waitress complimented with a smile as she eyed her from head to toe. Usually the woman would wear her full-plate armour when visiting the Hostess but this time around she opted for casual wear, a sleeveless turtleneck top and a pair of high-waist pants.

"Thanks. You too." She blurted out in response to the unexpected compliment, which received a chuckle from the waitress.

"I'm just wearing my usual uniform."

She understood all too well how thoughtless her words had been. "...Right."

"What about your Familia?" Came the next question.

And indeed, for her to be here alone was a rare sight. Usually her Goddess Adrestia would lead her Familia of fourteen here after a great battle or an expedition for them to celebrate.

In truth the lack of her Familia had been at the woman's request as she wanted to be alone for today.

There was no need to say that, however.

"We will come to celebrate tomorrow." She answered.

"What's the occasion?" Lunoire inquired.

A small smile took shape on the woman's lips as she rubbed the nape of her neck. "Well...I reached Level 3 today."

Lunoire clapped her hands together as a large, genuine smile beamed on her face. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you." The woman nodded sheepishly as he had not prepared herself to receive such a reaction. In truth she was a bit overwhelmed.

"I'll tell Mama Mia and the other girls about this so we'll be fully stocked for you tomorrow."

That did not really sit well with the woman, who raised a hand in response. "We are not a very festive Familia, so there's no need for-"

"What are you saying? You've been waiting for years for this moment, right? Go all out!"

She remained silent for a couple of moments before a chuckle took over her. "Hehe...I guess that would be ok once in a while…"

"Right?! So tomorrow go all out!"

"...I will. Thanks."

"No problem. So, what will it be for today? The usual?"

The first time they spoke had been years ago, when Lunoire had just started working at the Hostess. Back then she looked very...angry, almost as if she was being forced to work against her will, but over the years her expression had changed and she now looked very content with where she stood.

However despite knowing each other for years their personal relationship was not very deep. She found it very easy to speak to Lunoire and vice-versa, but their standing remained as customer and waitress.

Even so the brown-haired girl knew her well enough to accurately guess what she wanted to order.

"Yes, please."

"Beef stew with potatoes and tomato salad, coming right up!"

She nodded and watched the waitress walk into the kitchen, her eyes lingering on the door even when Lunoire was no longer within sight.

She was in love with her.

Of course, it didn't start like that. At first it was mere interest. Then it became something a little more. And a little more. And a little more.

Until, finally, she realised she fell in love with the girl.

It was not a shock to her. She had long known what she was interested in, and this side of her has been the catalyst which caused her to be disowned by her family. When she came out and told them she would not marry the man they chose for her, they threw her out of the house while screaming at her that the family farm was doomed because of her.

This later served as one of the reasons she decided to become an Adventurer despite the dark times Orario was going through at the time, with Evilus running wild.

Nonetheless, though she was aware of her own feelings she had not came out about it. Same sex relationships were not unheard of but it was mostly practiced by high-profile Deities and their closest Familia member, or by Deities which embodied passion and love, such as Ishtar.

Among mortals one such relationship was not a very common one and would no doubt be frowned upon. Her own Familia had slowly become aware of her interests and supported her, but this did not apply to everyone.

She was not aware of Lunoire's interests. If she was even on her radar, so to speak.

But even if she was, anything past their current relationship would not be easy.

That is why she waited.

Out of worry, for herself but mostly for Lunoire.

But slowly she gained confidence.

'Look, I am a Vice-Captain. A Level 3. Someone with a bit of merit to their name.'

Naturally, she knew this was all just self-gratification.

On the other hand, it probably added a bit to what Lunoire's answer would be.

She was a Vice-Captain of a medium Familia, so she had a bit of authority and power.

Thanks to that she was also doing well financially. She was not rich by any means, but she earned enough for herself to live comfortably, alone or with a partner. She wasn't looking down on the waitress, of course not, but whatever she was earning...she probably earned with another zero or two added at the end.

And she was a Level 3 now.

It didn't make her hot stuff, she knew this much. But one reason why civilians usually did not accept to be in relationships with Adventurers was because of their high mortality-rate.

Adventurers died.

Every day.

That was simply reality.

But, she was above your everyday Adventurer now.

'I'm a Level 3. I can protect myself. I can protect others. I can protect you…'

That is what the woman thought to herself.

Overall and all things considered, she did not think she would be that bad of a choice for a partner. Of course, she was not by any means the crop of the cream and she was aware of this, as well. She was taller than most women and her appearance was not...the best, either.

She wasn't ugly, at least she didn't think she was, but she would not call herself attractive, either. At most, she was good-looking.

Yeah, that sounded about right-

"Hey, you alright?"

Her head immediately turned right faster than she would have wanted. "Good-looking." And the cursed words left her lips before she could shut her mouth.

"What?"

Her brain went into overdrive until her eyes noticed what she could use as an excuse. "The food. It's good-looking."

"I'll be sure to tell May about it." The waitress voiced with a giggle as she put the food down in front of the woman. "Hope you'll enjoy it!"

"Thanks."

She nodded and grabbed her cutlery, taking a spoonful of stew and bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes however drifted off to Lunoire and remained fixed on her rear, the spoon touching her cheek instead of her mouth.

It was still rather hot and a small insult escaped her.

"What are you doing?" The waitress turned around and asked with a raised eyebrow. She quickly waved her hand as she wiped her face and Lunoire turned around while rolling her eyes with a smile, ready to go on with her work.

'...I'm losing my confidence…'

The woman realised as she ate slowly, every now and then stealing a glance at the working waitress. Her food was gone faster than she would have liked. Should she stay some more? Order something else?

Pondering on those thoughts for a moment, she then sighed and stood up placing the Valis for the meal on the table.

Here she was, a woman in her late twenties, too afraid to ask a question.

Thinking about how taking on the Goliath with her Familia while she led the charge was easier than this, the woman laughed darkly under her breath.

"Are you already leaving?" The question came from behind her, and she turned towards it but did not complete the motion to face the waitress fully.

She took a moment before she replied, to get rid of the disappointment in her voice. "Yeah. I left the money on the table."

"Well...See you tomorrow then! And don't forget to come here ready to let loose!"

'Tomorrow…'

Indeed, she would come here tomorrow to celebrate their Familia's second member to reach Level 3.

With her Deity and whole Familia.

If she did not ask what she came here to ask now, she would not get the chance, or better said she would lack the courage to do so tomorrow.

She bit her lip, curled her fists and turned around on her heel. "Say!"

She yelled more than said, surprising both herself and Lunoire. However she quickly collected herself and mustered all the courage she had. "Next week...There's a festival going on, right?"

"Yes?"

"Would you...Would you like to go with me? To the festival?"

By now she could hear her own heartbeat inside her ears, the realisation of what she had just asked finally hitting her.

Was this even appropriate to ask?

Sure, they were on friendly terms but it did little to change the fact that their relationship did not go beyond that of a customer and waitress. So then, how would a person feel when someone no different than a stranger asked them out?

They would think of them as a creep, right?

Her gaze fell down to the wooden floor below, the knots starting to form in her stomach. Worst of all, she could still hear her heartbeat drumming inside her ears.

'This is the worst...I'd even take a blunt rejection, so please…'

"Well, I have work even during the festival…" The drawn-out reply was killing her slowly, but she did feel some relief. At the very least she could put the matter behind her- "But I'll ask Mama Mia to see if I can get off work earlier."

The full reply stupefied the woman and it showed in her reaction as well. "Wait what?"

"She will have to look if someone else can take over for me, so I'll tell you if I can or cannot tomorrow, alright?"

"…"

"…Hey?"

"…"

"...Hello? Lunoire to-?"

"Tomorrow?" She repeated after managing to shake off the mind shutdown she had experience over the span of a couple of moments.

"Yeah."

"...Right. Tomorrow?"

"Yup, tomorrow."

"...Ok. Tomorrow, then."

"Mhm."

She nodded, bowed her head ever so slightly then turned on her heel to leave. A single step later she almost fell down the couple of steps leading into the establishment, but regained her balance.

"Hey, you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah...Then, until tomorrow."

All she received in response was a faint giggle as the waitress waved her off.

It wasn't a 'Yes', but at the same time it wasn't a 'No', either. And it wasn't a solid 'Yes' because Lunoire was against the idea: it was a work-related indecision.

So with that said...the interest was there?

As that thought crossed her mind the woman could do little to hide the smile that was forming on her face.

'Alllll...right!'

'Not alright, not alright, not alright!''

A whole week had passed since that night, and here she was now, waiting outside the Hostess for Lunoire to finish her shift early.

In the end, the answer turned out to be a very surprising 'Yes'.

But, there was another problem.

'When did a whole week pass by?! Since when does time work like that?! I'm not ready! I'm not ready at all!'

Indeed, she found herself waiting for the woman she fell for way too quickly. She was not mentally ready yet. The woman looked down at her attire, having already forgotten what she decided to wear.

A beige waist-high straight skirt and a white shirt with the ruffle-frill going downwards along the closure of the shirt.

It was not a bad choice of attire. At least, she didn't think so. However…

'What the hell is this?!' She mentally asked herself as she reached for the two braids of hair on each side of her chest.

Low pig-tails.

'It will bring out the cuteness in you.' She remembered her Goddess telling her with a smirk, moving to get her hair done before sending her off to the Hostess.

Suffice to say she quickly grabbed the hairbands and took them off. 'As if you divine moron!'

With her hair down once more she felt slightly more relieved, however it would not last long. "Sorry, hope you didn't wait long."

Her date voiced as she came out the Hostess while waving at her. She however could not wave back as her eyes simply took in the sight. Far unlike her usual, modest uniform Lunoire decided to show her more free-spirited side, opting for an attire made up of only black ankle boots, a pair of tight dark-blue pants and a black, cropped tank-top.

With that said her belly was fully exposed and the woman's eyes lingered on the wonderful sight a second too much.

"...No, not at all." She replied as she finally snapped back, taking a step away from the wall she waited by and extending a hand towards the centre of Orario, where the festival was being held: at the foot of Babel. "Then, shall we?"

"Sure!"

Without further wait the two women began to walk in silence towards the Babel, a bit of the way spent in silence. It did not sit well with the woman however and she quickly inquired about Lunoire's work, the waitress going on to complain about the rowdy Adventurers and the woman laughing faintly at her complaints, apologizing to her as she too was an Adventurer.

Before long they had arrived at the core of the festival and began to mingle with the crowd of people gathered there.

It was a festival held every year to commemorate the building of the Babel, the world's most renowned building and the lid on the den of Monsters known as the Dungeon. In truth it wasn't actually such a big festival but merchants, fortune tellers and all sorts of food stalls made use of the day and this led to the festival being far larger than it should have been.

Not wasting too much time with Lunoire taking the lead, the two women went for some sweets, Baumkuchen to be precise, shared a glass of apple cider and then walked around eyeing the different vendors and the merchandise they were selling.

"It's quite lively, isn't it?" The waitress voiced as they walked side by side.

The woman nodded. "It is, yes. Such days...are worth it."

The life of an Adventurer was not easy so taking it easy when the chance presented itself, going back to normalcy, that was something they could all appreciate.

"They are." Her date seemed to agree, then her head turned to a specific vendor. "Hey, look!"

"Hmm?"

"That deer plush over there." Lunoire pointed towards one of the rewards on display. "It's kinda cute, isn't it?"

The woman looked in the direction and saw the plush Lunoire mentioned: a deer plush on all four with a big head and eyes which made it seem dutiful, almost. "...You like it?"

"I find it cute, yeah."

She nodded and walked up to the vendor, placing five hundred Valis on the counter. The game was a well-known one: the ring toss. The goal was to throw wooden rings onto sticks.

The first toss would prove easy, as the radius of the ring was about twice the radius of the stick in question. However by the final ring it became hard, as the ring was almost a perfect fit on the stick.

There was no room for error.

However, she was an Adventurer.

And though she was a front-line fighter, their Familia was not very large. She had picked up on every skill she could get her hands on to be as useful to the Familia as possible.

And so, every ring toss she made landed exactly where she wanted them to.

"That one." She pointed at the deer and the vendor owner reluctantly gave it to her. Once she got her hands on it she turned to the waitress and extended it to her. "Please, take it."

"Ahh, but it's yours."

It was awkward but the woman decided to push on. "I won it...for you."

A tilt of the head, a warm smile and a word of gratitude. "Thanks." Without complicating the matter any more Lunoire accepted it and hugged the plushy to her chest before the two moved on.

"Say, I'm curious: what made you eye this plushy, exactly?"

"Hmm...Here, look." The waitress pointed at the plush's eyes. "This dutiful look in its eyes...Doesn't it remind you of Ryuu?"

"...Pfff. That's a bit rude, isn't it?"

"Ahh, all in good fun of course."

They shared a chuckle and next stopped in front of a troupe of entertainers. Of course, their acts, dances and fire-spitting performances were not exactly something either of the two women, both of them adults, would be very impressed by, but then again the majority of the audience were children.

"Hmhm, look at them go."

"They are certainly putting in their all…"

'Unlike me, that is…' She thought to herself.

The whole point behind her invitation to the festival was so that she could confess, but she had done little towards that goal. Every time she wanted to say it the words got stuck in her throat.

And then she realised something.

Their current situation was better than all the previous instances.

There were no other adults nearby, as none showed interest in the troupe. The nearest people were children and they were too immersed in the spectacle before them to pay attention to anything else.

The loudness was not disturbing either and her words had little chance to be misheard.

This was...a chance.

'...Gotta take it. Just breathe...Breathe…'

She took a deep breath as her right hand grabbed her left, her eyes once again falling down to the ground below. "Lunoire."

"Hm?"

"I...Ughhh...I…"

"What is it?" Her date asked while still watching the troupe perform their tricks.

"I...like you."

"Hmhm...Thanks. I like you, too. Far more than all those rowdy guys back at the Hostess."

A misunderstanding.

Of course she had already imagined this happening inside her mind. It helped little with her ever increasing anxiousness however. She let go of her wrist and began to push her fingers against each other.

"I like you...as a woman."

The words came out loud, clear, leaving little room for misinterpretation. By all means her point should have gotten across.

Yet, no reply came.

The seconds went by excruciatingly slowly. Then the woman once again began to hear her own heartbeat, memories of a confession gone wrong back in her youth popping up inside her mind.

She began to realise that a public place such as this might not have been the best place for a confession.

From the corner of her eye she noticed Lunoire's lips parting and her eyes moved to stare at the stone pavement once again. It was coming, any second now.

"...Well...I figured as much."

She required a couple of seconds to process the reply. "...Excuse me?"

"...You've been staring at my butt for years."

"Oh." Suddenly realising her staring had been lacklustre indeed, the woman tried to think of anything: an excuse, a justification. "It's an amazing butt…" Yet nothing but the truth came out.

'...Kill me…'

But no killing blow came, instead only a smirk from her date. "Thanks. I mean it."

"A-Ah...Mhm…"

"Want to move on?"

"...Sure."

Without further delay they began to slowly walk forward with no set destination in mind. A bit of silence reigned between the two however not for very long. "At first I thought it was just some good ol' comparison." The waitress voiced.

"Comparison?"

"You know. We girls sometimes stare at another woman and compare their assets to ours, right? But after I noticed you doing the same thing over whole months…"

"...I apologise if I made you uncomfortable."

"Ahh, I'm used to it so don't worry. It's just...Geez, I'd get bored of staring at my own butt for so long, you know?"

She did understand what Lunoire was saying, and at the same time, she didn't. "It's an amazing butt." She repeated. Indeed, her butt was amazing and now that she got around to seeing it in tight pants not covered by the waitress's long uniform shirt, that thought only cemented itself more in her mind.

"Hahaha, thanks." Her laughter didn't sound fake nor forced, both signs allowing the woman to exhale in relief. But it did little to change the fact that she had yet to give an answer.

"...Look. I know...not everyone shares my preferences. So...it's fine. Uhh, forget I said anything…"

The silence returned for a while, the two simply walking while no longer paying attention to the festival around them. "...I once considered finding a husband, you know? It's an old story, however."

The woman did not speak, simply staring over at her date. If she felt the desire to reveal more she would listen, but otherwise she would not push on.

"...He didn't need to be strong, or cool. Or too good-looking, really. As long as he would care for me, that...would have been enough."

"...And you no longer consider such a thought?"

"...Well, before I knew it, that thought faded away." The waitress replied through a smile, one the woman no longer considered warm and genuine.

"...Why?"

"Hmm...I used to be a bounty hunter, you see?"

That piece of information certainly took her by surprise, but more so the trust Lunoire had placed within her. She stopped and gently grabbed her date's shoulder. "Are you sure...that is something you want me to know?"

"Well, I already told you, didn't I?" The reply was accompanied by a small smirk. "Ahh, it might not have been the best idea, but...I think you're trustworthy." She then raised a hand and held her open palm for the woman to see. "I used to beat people to death with my fists. As long as the pay was good enough, of course." She added and she tightened and loosened her fist a couple of times as if to highlight the point.

She was not exactly a people's person, but the woman understood what her date was doing: she was throwing out reasons for her to lose interest in her.

It had little effect.

"And still, even so…" She reached out, the tips of her fingers touching Lunoire's. "Those hands served me food. Tons and tons of delicious food."

"...Silly, I'm not making the food, I just-"

"If it's not you, it's not the same." For the first time she spoke over the waitress, taking the girl by surprise. "I like the food you serve me the best."

A faint blush became visible on the waitress's face, the woman's new Level 3 Status allowing her to pick up on the small change. "...Look, I'm really not an ideal partner for anyone. I caused...a lot of pain."

"...I'm part of the Adrestia Familia." Her unrelated statement seemed to confuse the waitress. "The Goddess of Equilibrium. The biggest reason for why our Familia is not large is because our Goddess is very good at judging people. She dislikes those who are too righteous, and those who are too evil. The extremes, in other words. And we of Adrestia Familia represent that. We are not bad people. But, we are not good people either. We are just that: people." She felt the confidence returning to her, if for no other reason than her date looking sad.

So she gathered all that courage and slowly let her fingers slide through those of the waitress until she cupped the hand in hers. "I do not judge."

In truth she did not think her words to be too deep or meaningful, she was simply saying what she was thinking. Yet to the girl before her, the words seemed to hit deep. A couple of moments later she felt Lunoire's fingers touching the back of her palm: she was returning the gesture and now, they were holding hands.

She allowed herself a bit of immersion into the moment, taking a second to enjoy the touch, the warmth...But of course, letting this drag on for too long would soon become awkward.

So instead she slowly ran her thumb over that of her date. "Are you...uncomfortable?"

Lunoire did not reply immediately. She stared at their hands, at the thumb caressing hers...The woman respected it. The fact that she did not answer immediately, that she took the time to figure out and then answer truthfully.

She liked this side of her date a lot.

"No." The answer finally came. "No, I'm not. It just feels...strange?"

It was understandable. After all, even if she had many female friends and was used to them being close to her, even friends did not hold hands like this. Or better said, they might hold hands but not with the same intention she was holding the waitress's hand. "That's good." She replied as she let go and the two gazed at each other.

"Mhm...I never had any thoughts about women, you know? In that way."

"I know now."

"And I don't know if that will ever change."

"Of course, I understand."

"Then...even so, do you…?"

She smiled and nodded at the consideration her date was putting into this. Truly, she was only finding more reasons to like her as the day progressed. "Lunoire. I am not a man, so I can not become that husband you were thinking off years ago. But even so...I want to care for you. Will you...let me?"

They stared at each other, possibly only for moments but it felt much longer for both of them. "I think that at most, I can let you try. It's a bit cruel, isn't it? But I don't want to lie to you, so that's the truth."

"Not at all. That you are giving me a chance is already more than I could ask."

And indeed, it was.

She was already very happy and thankful that despite her previous lack of interest, Lunoire was still willing to give it a chance. Truly, this was the best outcome she could have hoped for, and so a smile took over her lips as she extended a hand towards her date. "Will you let me walk you back home?"

Lunoire nodded and without words, accepted the hand into hers, the two women walking back without words being exchanged anymore.

Whatever the future would have in store for them, neither of the two could say. But for now they were simply content with the warmth of the other's hand.

XXX

"...So I have an amazing butt, huh?"

"...Yes."

"Hmmm...Wanna grope a feel?"

"Wha-?! I'm not a pervert! There's a time and mood for those things!"

"...But you do want to grope a feel, don't you?"

"...I do."

"...Hmhm...You're far cuter than I initially thought, you know?"

"Please don't tease me."

"That's just asking for more teasing."

XXX

Yeah, that's about it.

Reason for why I have never named the OC in the story was to give her a sense of vulnerability. (I know you thought it was to draw similarities between H-games protagonists and her, you dirty-minded people, you)

The word-by-word option I suggested and myself went for was:

1) "You are an Adventurer (male, female, doesn't matter) and you visit the Hostess like every other time you get a chance, this time ready to confess your love for girl X working there."

Emphasis on "an Adventurer."

Not "this" or "that" Adventurer, just one among possibly hundreds or thousands of such people.

And just like in Warhammer 40k, named characters usually benefit from some level of plot armor. I wanted to strip that away and make this OC 'human'.

She went in there with her heart racing, with her mind fuzzy, unsure of how to proceed and what to expect.

Things we probably all experienced to some degree, either in a confession, while applying for a job interview, introducing yourself as the new kid in school or any other such situation not all humans are good at.

I also never described her appearance exactly because I wanted to strip that 'trait' from her as well, and make her even more just 'one of the many'.

However, if you are curious, what I personally imagined for myself was an older version of Ayaka from Witchcraft Works.

Anyway, that's about it, not a lot more to say.

I don't do this side of things often so no idea what to think of it myself.

It certainly lacks in death and gore and "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" in my opinion.

But yeh, can't catch them all.

Kay bye.