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561. hibernate: to sleep throughout the winter
Green might have hibernated through the morning of Umbreon hadn't tickled him awake. He bolted upright and tossed on a jacket and sprinted to the gym, only to realize halfway that, hey, he didn't have to go to gym for two months. Umbreon snickered when Green stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, hand on his knees and panting. She rubbed against his shins and then scampered off to the cafe.
562. paltry: lacking importance or worth; contemptibly small
Green ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the bed head. He walked in the cafe and sat down at his window seat, where Umbreon was waiting. The waiter was someone new this time - Green made a note to only come here in the early morning so as to avoid the flirty waitresses. He ordered a vanilla cocoa and their breakfast bagel special, and then took out a comb to brush Umbreon's coat while he was waiting. His creamy drink came a couple minutes later, and he savored the rich flavor (sooo much better than instant coffee).
Their bagel had looked fairly substantial in the menu, so Green was mildly disappointed by the paltry size of the actual thing. He hid his displeasure (he had plenty of experience with that after surviving Leaf) and took a bite. It had eggs and meat and cheese inside, and was delicious and surprisingly filling. Sipping the last of the cocoa after finishing the bagel was a wonderful, sweet conclusion to breakfast.
563. clan: a group of several families descended from a common ancestor and sharing a family name
The Oak clan had a secret history of incurable sweet tooths. Green was no exception - he spent free time trying to figure out the mysteries of baking and chocolate. The first thing he did when he got home was to search up a recipe for vanilla cocoa, print it out, and tape it to his fridge before tackling work.
Late last night, Green had found a valuable clue: he'd listed and plotted all plausible sightings of Latias in the past three years on a world map, and found that she circled mostly around Hoenn, and for each two or three sightings in Hoenn there was one in Kanto. Although the sightings in Hoenn were scattered and distributed indiscriminately, the sightings in Kanto were centered around Pewter and Cerulean. Her travels between regions were also fairly consistent - she spent late spring and summer wandering Kanto before flying back to circle Hoenn.
564. rejoinder: an answer, especially to another answer
Green plotted the data out, and came to the conclusion that Latias was most likely still in Kanto but probably leaving for Hoenn soon. Since she was circling around Pewter and Cerulean, she'd either sensed the Enigma Stone somehow through the barrier, or tried to ask Mewtwo for help and just got rejected every time, or both. Green could totally imagine antisocial Mewtwo making a snarky rejoinder to Latias asking for help; Latias would probably say something along the lines of "Help me," and then Mewtwo would casually open an eye and say "Sleep is a gift. Let your brother rest" or something else deep and meaningful so he wouldn't have to move.
565. lineage: direct descent from an ancestor; derivation
Myths and Green's own sighting of Mew showed that at least Mew was a happy fellow - despite what he'd gone through, one would think that Mewtwo'd have some trace of Mew's lineage and be helpful once in a while.
Green had few connections in Cerulean, the sleepy town ruled by a demon lady with sister problems. He wasn't willing to stay in a hotel there either, after what'd happened with the fanboys. He hummed and leaned back in his chair and thought of places to stay to befriend Mewtwo.
566. mania: an excessively intense desire
Green pondered how long he'd survive if he bought a tent and camped right in front of Mewtwo. He'd heard that people that only trained psychics sometimes spent weeks just sitting next to their pokemon, letting their minds be read and baring their souls to gain trust. Those kinds of people probably had such intense manias to connect with psychics that they had nothing to hide. On the other hand, if Green tried that, he could imagine the various ways Mewtwo might crack up and laugh at his embarrassing moments.
Hey. That might work. Great friends make fun of each other. Right?
567. squabble: a noisy argument, especially over an unimportant matter
His ego squabbled a little bit, but his adventurous and curious side won out. Besides, seeing Mewtwo's poker face change would be a huge win (maybe Green could make that deep crease in between Mewtwo's brow bones disappear). And Mewtwo probably wouldn't feel like dropping by Mt. Silver to gossip with Red about Green's weirdness, so at least his secrets would remain just between the two of them. Hopefully?
568. ruse: an action or device intended to deceive
It was a crazy ruse, to say the least - well, not so much a ruse as it was a ridiculous plan that might plague and shame him for life. Well, one had to make sacrifices to hit success hard. At least Mewtwo had promised to not hurt him.
He sat up from his chair and rummaged through his closet to find the sleeping bag he'd lugged around when he was eleven. He could drop by the friendly bike man if he needed a bathroom break or food - the senile old man probably would be happy to see anybody drop by. So, toothbrush, water bottle, laptop, that one book Daisy'd told him to read a year ago but he'd never gotten to reading...
569. induce: to influence, especially by persuasion; to bring
He had his things all packed up and ready to go, and he briefly wondered what in the world would induce him to camp out with the strongest psychic pokemon and tell all his embarrassing stories. It'd be a unique experience for sure, but as for how effective it would be, who knew. Well, he'd be willing to give it a try. He was Green after all, and Green lived off of strange experiences and adrenaline when he wasn't sitting at a desk.
570. morbid: gruesome; awful
After lunch (cereal), he cheerfully told Pidgeot to fly him to Cerulean Cave, and the bird deadpanned before sweeping Green up and flying on over. Green tried to not think morbid thoughts of famous horror movies about psychic murderers and people that'd gone insane during psychic training. Now, how was Mewtwo doing today?