Hello again! Here's the next drabble :). The timeline is not exactly in order, so this doesn't immediately follow after the first drabble. Also, an important warning: this drabble series has a little bit of plot here and there, but most of this is going to be pure fluff. Like this current drabble. So enjoy! XP
Drabble 2: Fidelity
Marshal's fidelity to Shauntal was unmatched. He'd spend every waking moment with her if he could, if she let him. She occupied all of his daydreams and stray thoughts. Any extra cash or time he could afford always went to her in the form of books, stationary, plushies, candy, presents, snuggling, watching cartoons and naps. Sometimes Shauntal grew annoyed that she couldn't get enough time alone. Even so but only rarely did she ever ask Marshal to leave, so he knew she enjoyed his company.
With all the attention he gave her, it was only natural that Marshal share with her every good thing that happened to him, especially his achievements in battle and in training. One bright, sunny morning he staggered into her battle room, smiling, sweaty, and swaying off-kilter, almost as if he was drunk. In a sense he was. Marshal had run roughly nine miles that morning and the endorphins that made hard exercise feel so unnaturally good had long since kicked in. This was what marathon runners referred to as a "runner's high."
Breathing heavily through upturned lips, he shuffled across the shady room, looking for Shauntal and wondering why it was so dark. It was ten o'clock in the morning and yet the curtains were still drawn, affording only tiny bits of light to slip out either sides. More than once his feet knocked over a stack of books and he winced.
"Shauntal?" he said. "Shauntal, guess what? I beat my record by four minutes today. Four minutes!"
Marshal and his Pokemon went running every other morning, to the start of Victory Road and back. Sometimes he encountered Trainers, like that nerdy kid with the glasses who always beat him, and would go back to battle them later. Marshal always timed himself, so he could beat the time the on the next run, forcing himself to get faster and faster. It wasn't uncommon for him to beat his record, but normally it was by ten to thirty seconds. A minute if he really pushed himself. It had been years since he'd cut this much time away in one go.
"Shauntal?" Marshal called again. At last he found her, still in her nightgown, bundled up in her thick Shuppet colored covers, and snoring so softly he could barely hear it. Marshal smiled, realizing he should've known. He went to bed early so he could get up early to train, while Shauntal spent long nights writing. Quietly he left, promising himself to tell her later and wondering if he'd have to wake her up when the challengers started coming in.
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That same night, Shauntal came into Marshal's battle room with a big smile on her face. "Marshal," she cried excitedly, holding up a fat stack of papers. "I did it! I finally finished the last novel in the Darkrai series! My publisher's gonna be so happy!"
In irony unbeknownst to her, she heard a snore that could've belonged to a Snorlax and looked down, seeing the plain mattress on the floor with bright orange covers, twisted and wrinkled over the restless body of her sleeping boyfriend. She thought about waking him but soon remembered Oh right, he's had a long day of training and battling challengers. I'll tell him tomorrow. But... She decided to give him a nice surprise for beating his record, as he'd so eagerly informed her earlier that day. Gently she slipped under the covers and into the mattress beside him. She wrapped her arms around his big, strong shoulders and went to sleep, knowing how happy it would make him when he woke up the next day.
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LOL to different sleeping/working hours :P. Feel free to tell me what you think!