i fell asleep while typing i was tired oops

sorry for disconnected thoughts

541. reverie: daydream

The sun set way too early for Green's liking - he'd just started getting some leads on Latias' location when his stomach reminded him it was time to eat. Working and thinking at a desk caught Green's attention and held it captive while time flew by; when he snapped out of his reverie the sky was already darkening outside.

Umbreon had escaped from her pokeball and was curled up at the kitchen windowsill, watching street lamps flicker on. Green poured her a dish of lactose-free milk, and filled a bowl for himself. Maybe cereal for dinner wasn't the healthiest or smartest decision, but his brain and body were exhausted. He'd come running down a mountain just that morning to open the gym on time in case the rule didn't go into effect immediately, only to find that his worries were meaningless because things were actually working and life was piecing together.

542. filial: like or relating to daughter or son

The relationship as trainer and pokemon had turned into something more filial after Green ended his journey and rethought his goals. Quitting the whole battling and traveling business had left Green lost for months afterwards; without battling or the desire to battle, it was like he had no meaning, no purpose, no ambitions left in life. Quitting had been painful, and although Gramps and Daisy had gently tried pushing him back onto the road, he'd lost all the fire and exuberance that he had once found in battling. He settled for actually befriending his pokemon, and developing on their relationships. He'd missed enough of that while feverishly fighting to become stronger, ignoring subjective thoughts and solely pursuing objective goals.

Green had stopped beleaguering his pokemon with training regimes and instead had begun worrying about their futures; his pokemon were all male except for Umbreon, and as far as he knew, they were all single. Well, Umbreon was getting along suspiciously well with Espeon (was that how it felt to give a daughter away in marriage?), but the rest of Green's pokemon seemed happy being single. Maybe a trip to the ranch could fix that...

543. accomplice: accessory; one who assists in a crime

Green scooped up the soggy pieces of cereal from the bottom of his bowl and then chugged the milk and walked over to return it to the fridge. He absent-mindedly opened the freezer on accident, and then noticed a large pan wrapped in aluminum foil with a note from Yellow.

"Hi Green! As apology for barging in on your apartment, I made a meat pie! It should last you a couple days - just pop it in the microwave to heat!"

Green groaned - he'd just finished a bowl of cereal only to realize he'd missed something fancy in comparison. He slid the pan out and juggled it from hand to hand, trying to wrap his fingers with the edges of his shirt to create a protective layer; the pan was so cold it almost burned. He lifted off the aluminum foil and marveled at the cold, golden crusted pie. His dormant hunger reawakened, and he eagerly sliced out a small portion.

The inside was a mix of thin slices of meat, onions, garlic, spices, and... potatoes. Potatoes were incriminating evidence of Leaf being an accomplice in cooking - although Leaf's culinary skills were decent, she really, really, really liked potatoes. Green sent a picture of the slice in the microwave to Leaf and Yellow.

544. epic: a long narrative poem, in a dignified style, celebrating the deeds of a hero

8:50 PM - Green: [image] (sent)

The microwave dinged, and Green reached in, burned his hands on the hot plate and juggled it to the table. He ran his hands under cold water and then got out a fork and prepared to dig in.

8:55 PM - Leaf: dude im jelly ive been stuck in sinnoh for like ten hours since my connecting flight got messed up by weather

8:55 PM - Leaf: Yellow's a beast at cooking

8:56 PM - Leaf: right?

8:58 PM - Leaf: Green did u die on me im so bored

8:58 PM - Leaf: bruh pls talk to me im hungry

9:00 PM - Green: Yellow is Arceus

9:00 PM - Leaf: ikr man her food is the fattiest stuff ever but it is sooooo good

9:01 PM - Leaf: i wrote her an epic about her food when iwas drunk at her house once lolol

9:02 PM - Leaf: [image]

545. demur: to object; to disagree with something

Green was chewing a mouthful of warm, greasy heaven, and he was currently on a level with the gods and regaining faith in humanity. He swallowed as Leaf disrupted his enjoyment, read her texts, and he opened the image file, and true enough, there was Leaf, holding up a napkin with horrible writing, or more like messy ink scratches. And if given the right to demur without being uppercutted by Leaf, he'd mention that the "epic" was close to a haiku.

546. torrid: parched with heat; ardent or passionate

9:02 PM - Leaf: i doubt u cn read it sorry lol

9:02 PM - Leaf: well basically i wrote that Yellows food was hot and greasy and delicious like her body

9:02 PM - Leaf: probably too torrid eh

9:02 PM - Leaf: Green talk to me pls why u so silent

547. undermine: to weaken

Green swallowed the last of the meat pie, and then swept up the crumbs and ate those too. Leaf's conversation had been undermining his connection with the divine and food gods (did those exist?). Green just wanted to sit in his quiet bedroom, to avoid the outside world and meditate with the pie and discover the meaning of food and life.

548. repartee: a quick, witty reply; a series of such replies

Interrupted from his path to food nirvana, Green was not happy. He tried to come up with a clever repartee or comeback to Leaf's texts.

9:03 PM - Green: stop being a shrub, Leaf

549. elocution: the art of public speaking, with attention to delivery

Green had mostly avoided the name puns so typical of Pallet. Leaf had developed violent tendencies after being ridiculed a couple times; her entire elocution would change from a soprano down to an alto, and her bubbly happiness would transform into darker stares. If Green had said that in person, he'd be running for his life. Ah, technology.

550. yearn: to desire strongly, especially in a melancholy way

9:04 PM - Leaf: u did not

9:04 PM - Leaf: imma pulverize you, beansprout (read)

Green chuckled as he read the familiar threat. He'd become accustomed to Leaf's threats. He sent a smiling cat emoticon back.

He put down his phone and stared at the meat pie longingly. His tongue and stomach yearned for more, but his brain casually mused and calculated just about how many calories were in each bite. Green'd probably have to do some exercise to burn off all that greasy deliciousness he'd just eaten. He put the pie back in the freezer and then dumped his plate in the sink and walked over to the apartment entrance to tie on running shoes. He hadn't used those in a while.