611. venue: the location where something takes place, especially a trial
His next awakening in Cerulean Cave was not nearly as pleasant as the previous time. Latias tickled him awake with a feather, and when he rolled over to check his dying phone, it was 4 AM. He groaned and rolled back and stared at the dark ceiling. The wild pokemon made a wide berth for Mewtwo, so the area was generally free of droppings or any other sign of pokemon life. Luminescent fungi glowed faintly, and their light reflected off the polished rock stalactites.
When he showed no more signs of wanting to get up, Latias tickled his nose - Green scrunched up his nose and sneezed, and the sound blasted and echoed in the cavern. Green suddenly felt extremely self-conscious... and awake. He sighed, and stretched out his sore limbs, grimacing as he heard a couple pops and cracks.
It was probably not even dawn outside; the only people awake would probably be farmer peoples or fishermen or shipyard peoples. Although Cerulean was close to the sea, the eastern ocean's rough waters made it difficult to navigate smaller vessels into the inlet. But the inlet would always be the venue for the unloading of the massive cargo ships from Sinnoh or even Unova.
612. oasis: a fertile place in a desert due to the presence of water; any place or thing offering relief from difficulty or dullness
Thinking of human activities outside provided a kind of oasis of human thoughts to anchor him down on earth - recently, or more like in the past sixteen or so hours, he'd fallen into a kind of lonely realm of meditation and thought. Staying with Mewtwo was alright, but not particularly interesting, as there was only so much one could do in a cave. It was beautiful and all, but Green was honestly really glad that he'd had such good timing and had gotten to meet up with Latias so soon. Well, time to go; he needed to take care of hygiene stuff. Oh, and check out a legendary stone.
613. evacuate: to remove the contents of; to discharge; to withdraw
Green rummaged through his box of pastries and picked them up one by one, wondering what in the world drove him to buy croissants with sweet potato filling or taro mochi bread. Though strange, they were still quite delicious, and Latias agreed as she arched her neck down and munched on a couple herself.
After breakfast, he prepared to evacuate the cavern, first by cleaning up crumbs and then carefully rearranging things in his backpack so he had room for the new magazines he'd bought yesterday. He nudged Latias (she was still squatting on a corner of his sleeping bag, but she refused to move. Green frowned, and Latias looked at him before quietly gesturing to her other side - the side facing away from Green.
614. parody: a humorous and ridiculous imitation
Mewtwo was sleeping, leaning against Latias' other side. There was something incredibly odd and touching about how peaceful and content he looked in sleep, lacking the frown and poker face he had in consciousness. It was like some kind of legendary parody of a newborn pidgey nuzzling with its mother.
Green smiled, and Latias grinned. She then carefully lifted herself up just barely off the ground, and Green pulled out the sleeping bag from underneath her the second before she gently plopped back down. Smooth.
615. ossified: changed to bone; hardened, often figurative
Rolling up the poofy thing so that it would fit back in its wrapping was tough - after struggling to compress the sleeping bag into a thin roll, Green sat on it and rubbed a sore shoulder muscle. In sleeping on the hard rock, his muscles had stiffened and ossified, and any use of his upper back was accompanied by aches and groans.
616. recondite: not easily understood
A couple minutes later, when Latias shifted a little, Mewtwo slowly blinked awake, and seemed awfully surprised to wake up leaning against Latias. Although the situation was honestly pretty obvious, Mewtwo seemed to find it particularly recondite and demanded how he'd end up sleeping there.
"H-how did I end up there? Did you move me?"
"Yeeeeep! You looked co-o-old, so I made you warrrm~"
Green stared closely at Mewtwo. Was that... a blush?
617. malignant: very harmful; threatening death; cancerous (of a tumor)
When Mewtwo turned from Latias to Green, his glare was malignant. Green curiously felt no fear, but a little amusement in thinking, Mewtwo's definitely a tsundere. That thought earned Green an even more malicious glare.
Green sighed. "Well, I guess Latias and I will be going to the museum to check on the stone."
618. prescribe: to set down as a rule
Mewtwo's stare softened for a moment, before resuming their typical intensity. "Before you two leave, I want to propose some rules prescribing how often we meet." Green deadpanned. So now Mewtwo was laying down rules to make sure they'd visit? How lonely was he?
"Uh, ok I guess?" Latias nodded in tandem with Green.
"May either of you come along every couple months? Latias visits a lot in the summer, but Green, would you mind dropping by in the winter?"
"Sure? You should come out too - you love people right, but you're scared of hurting them? You could make ice shows for Arceus' sake; people'd love to see you."
619. sordid: extremely dirty; morally corrupt
"...Someone as sordid as I should not plague your society."
Latias cut in. "Not trrrue! You haave verrry good contrrol! Betterr than me - and I do not hurrrt people, rright?" Green nodded.
Mewtwo looked between the two, before giving in. "I-I thank you both very much. I will treasure my time outside."
620. abash: to embarrass
Mewtwo's surprisingly pure desires and thought were almost fluffy enough to make Green feel abashed by listening to the conversation. Green smiled again at Mewtwo's simple demands, and stood up and prepared to leave. Latias puffed and levitated, and the two waved to Mewtwo as they left the cavern.
When Green reached the final yards of the cave, he gasped at the glorious sight of light from the recent sunrise streaming into the cave. He ran outside and was temporarily blinded and very much so shocked by the brightness and noisiness as opposed to the mellow sights and sounds in the cave. The earthly world was truly such a beautiful place - what could anybody want on such a beautiful sunrise? The sun was a perfect silver disk hiding behind gossamer clouds along the horizon. All signs of a beautiful day... to spend arguing or trying to convince rock fanatics.