Grimsley's house was like a mansion cluttered into a bathroom. The man just had so many things. The living room itself held a coffee table, loveseat, television, bar, pool table, multiple dart boards, and a huge painting of… Grimsley himself of course.

"Alright, where's my room?" I pondered seeing no immediate doors. "Let me just give you a tour of the house." Grimsley said, leading me from the entryway to the living room. "This is the den, obviously. That door over there," he pointed to a door on the left, "is the guest bathroom. Down this hallway is your room, the door to the deck and the laundry room." He pointed to the right, "That hallway leads to the kitchen, my room and the dining room. Feel free to look around."

I proceeded to examine the living room. Leather couches, mahogany tables, and deep crimson walls had me interested. "You really do like dark colours, don't you? And why is everything here so fancy?" In Johto the Elite Four got the same pay as the leaders, which wasn't all that amazing, but clearly it was different in Unova.

Grimsley didn't bother answering me as he mixed drinks at the bar. "Martini, or something else?"

"I don't drink." Grimsley looked up at me in shock as I nervously fiddled with my scarf.

"Oh, come on. What grown man doesn't drink?" He said, grinning, his teeth gleaming white.

"I don't. It's a waste of time and money." I messed with my lone pokeball. "Do you have anything else, water or perhaps tea?"

"I have water, no tea though." Grimsley said as he began to walk down the hallway to the right, towards the kitchen. "I'll get it for you. Make yourself at home."

I decided to investigate my new room. I opened the teakwood door and on first glance I saw deep purple walls, dark dressers, and a door, possibly leading to the bathroom.

I did not see a bed. "Grimsley," I spoke, loud enough for him to hear. "Where's my bed?" From his direction I heard a light chuckling as he returned from the kitchen carrying a bottle of water and a chocolate chip cookie. I took both from him wordlessly as we stared into the room, me in confusion, him in amusement.

"Ah, yes. That. Your bed has not quite… arrived yet. I had little time to prepare, evidently. You can either sleep on the loveseat," his eyes grew clouded with a hungry look, "Or you could sleep with me until your bed gets here. Completely your choice."

"Um, couch please." I said, witnessing an even darker flash in his eyes at this - perhaps anger? I wasn't too sure, so I let it go. Grimsley moved on. "Do you need anything for your fever? You're practically radiating heat, and you're flushed like the walls." I shook my head. "I get sick a lot. I'll be fine in a day or two. I don't fare well in the cold."

"Well, lucky for you I live in one of the warmer towns in Unova." Grimsley said with a worried look in his eyes. "Just tell me if you need anything, okay?" I nodded, taking my seat on the uncomfortable leather loveseat. As he turned to go, I cleared my throat. "Um, Grimsley? Do you happen to have any clothes I can borrow? I kind of didn't bring any."

Grimsley~~~~~~~~~~

Now just what kind of person doesn't bring supplies when they go on a trip? I rubbed my face with my hand, sighing. "I believe my legs are longer than yours, so you will have to deal with it for now." I withdrew into my room, opening a drawer in my dresser.

Now what pyjamas would look sexiest on him? Obviously pyjama pants would be a bit long, but oh well. I pulled out a pair of purple velvet pants with a lighter vertical stripe design. Perfect, these would make him look taller. Now for a shirt- or does he sleep shirtless like me? Hmm… I dug through the drawer full of bedroom wear, looking for a decent shirt. I eventually gave up, pulling out a plain black shirt, and after grabbing both pants and shirt I went back to the living room- Morty's room.

I chucked the clothes at him, heading back towards my martini at the bar in the corner. "You can get undressed whenever, but I recommend you do it soon, considering it's almost 8. We have to get up early to get provisions and clothes and the like, so don't stay up too late." I sipped at my martini, which was now lacking an olive. I frowned at it then shrugged.

Morty yawned then, stretching his thin arms and showing his perfect teeth. "That's fine, Grimsley. I won't stay up all night, Mum." He joked with a dry grin on his face. I scowled and said, "If you need me then just knock, all right? I promise I won't be indecent… much." I laughed inwardly, pleased that my comment made him flush a cute deep scarlet as he hid his face in his scarf.

"Thanks, Grimsley," he said as he picked up the clothes I had given him, "Even though you had no choice." I nodded, allowing him his privacy as I went back to my room. I locked the door and undressed, taking my scarf off and hanging it on a hook to the side. I unbuttoned my suit jacket and hung it up in the closet.

After I was done changing into a simple pair of pyjama pants, I reclined on my bed to process what had happened so far, while smoothing my spiked hair with a hairbrush.

As far as I know, a Ghost-type gym leader from Johto had come to stay at my house for an entire year. He is adorably beautiful. I absent-mindedly picked at my pants. Oh, how I hope he isn't annoying. Or straight.