671. supine: lying on the back

Green woke up fairly early on Sunday, and the clouds outside were still obscuring the sun, making for an unusually gloomy summer morning. He lay supine on his bed, savoring the warmth of his blankets before reluctantly easing out of them to walk into the bathroom.

The tile floor froze his feet, and he berated himself for not having bought a mat for his bathroom. He brushed his teeth slowly, having a kind of vague feeling that he was forgetting something important.

672. impunity: exemption from punishment or harm

He realized what he'd forgotten after shuffling to the kitchen to see Gold sprawled out on the floor and Latias curled up in the corner of the room. Sighing, he started mixing up waffle batter. Even though Green himself had a pretty messed up sleep schedule, he didn't understand how Latias could go all day just eating and sleeping. Even Gold woke up for no less than two hours to talk and then fall back asleep. Well, Gold wasn't going to get any impunity in his apartment; he'd have to work for his food. Gold hadn't reached best buddy status quite yet.

673. gratify: to please; to satisfy

Again, it seemed his freeloaders lived by their senses of smell; once the waffles were in the waffle maker and the air was filled with a delicious waffle aroma, it was like their alarm clock had finally rung. Gold groaned before rubbing his eyes and some drool from his mouth and unsteadily standing up.

"Greeeen~ are those waffles? I love waffles~"

Green plopped another perfectly golden waffle onto a plate. "Though somehow I land a ton of freeloaders, you won't get by with flattery and trying to gratify me with crappy stories. You're washing dishes if you want food. And if you don't wash them, I'm kicking you out."

674. topography: the surface features of a place, region or object

Gold agreed quite easily. "Anything for those waffles, man, those smell good." Latias stirred in her bundle of blankets and hummed her agreement.

The neat topography of his living room had transformed into foreign terrain of skewed sofas and blankets strewn across the carpet, and Green wasn't quite sure what to make of it as he walked over to Latias and plopped a plate of waffles down. He scooped up several plates from the previous day and put them in the sink. It was a wonder he hadn't had an insect problem yet with all the food everywhere.

675. obviate: to stop from occurring; to prevent or make unnecessary

Although Green's kitchen table was fairly new and clean, it was designed to seat six people, so he usually retired into his bedroom to work and eat. However, Gold obviated his habit and Green pulled out a chair at the table for the first time in a while. Gold's brain was not fully awake yet, and Green snapped a photo of Gold dozing off into his waffles. He then carefully moved his glass of milk so that if Gold did end up literally nose-diving into his plate, he wouldn't knock over anything and make a mess.

676. faction: a group within a larger group, usually one that produces dissent

Gold's chin slipped off the hand it was propped up on, so Gold actually did end up hitting his head on the table (he missed the waffles, sadly). He swore, and rubbed the spot while laughing at himself and becoming a whole lot more awake.

Although extremely chatty, Gold was fairly easy to be around – besides the occasional provocative comment, he stayed surprisingly obedient. Green half expected some faction in the complex of Gold's brain would eventually rebel and decide to bring up the belligerent idiot attitude, but Gold remained peaceful. Green was impressed, and helped a little with dishes, pointing out where the soap was, how roughly everything should be washed before being put into the dishwasher for an even cleaner result, and where the cupboards for plates and forks and cups were.

677. mercantile: relating to business

After watching Gold for a while and approving of the cleaning, Green rinsed off his hands and prepared to leave. Gold noticed and hurriedly shut off the running faucet.

"Yo Green! You don't take battles on Sundays, right?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, I'm going to explore Viridian during the afternoon, so I'll be back maybe after dinner time –if I find a good place. I'll bring back take-out if it's really good. I'll text you."

"You have my number? Ah, screw it, everybody somehow has my number. Ok, see you later."

"K bye!"

Green turned around and walked down the dim hallways to his bedroom to check on mercantile emails, and to prepare for going to the gym for training. Gold resumed rinsing dishes and clinging and clanging fork together.

678. lurch: to sway or tip abruptly to one side; to stagger

Nothing of interest or value popped up in his inbox, so he spent a little time downloading (blackmail) photos from his phone. After that was done, he stood up, lurched as the blood rushed to his head, and fell onto his bed. Ah, that hadn't happened in a while. A healthier diet needed to appear in his future.

He lay on his face seeing stars as his vision slowly cleared, and then gradually stood up to change out of his sleeping shirt and shorts (ancient athletic wear from school days in which physical education was mandatory) and into more presentable clothing. He ran a hand through his hair to make his bed-head look a little less hectic, and then strapped on his belt of pokeballs and prepared to head out.

679. repertoire: the range of pieces an artist is prepared to perform

Gold was humming his repertoire of crappy pop songs when Green opened the front door. He energetically waved to Green when the brunette twisted the doorknob and stepped out, scattering soap bubbles. Green sighed and closed the door.

He briskly walked to the gym, pondering just how nice it would be to have Red in his apartment instead of a ton of random people. Gold was a nice, weird, absurdly strong kid who was already smitten, and Latias was a legendary pokemon with a mild brother complex. Neither was really relationship material, but somehow it felt weird to let so many people in his apartment. Well, it did make things a whole lot less lonely, even though Latias tended to snooze the day away.

680. permutation: a thorough change in form; the act of changing a given set of elements in a group

Training followed the same rhythm, with Umbreon actively participating as a trainer instead of a trainee. Although most of the team had been able to counter her attacks as an Eevee, they each had difficulties landing hits due to the drastic skill rise after her permutation.

Umbreon harassed all of the team with surprise attacks during the evasion practice. Evasion practice was several rounds of extreme games of tag, and it turned amazing chaotic when pokemon were competing for treats (last pokemon "it" after five minutes didn't get a treat). Umbreon snuck into the pokemon's own shadows to teleport right over to the others and tag them, and in the end she had the record of not being "it" for more than ten seconds total over the course of twelve games.

Green watched his pokemon's antics, and weighed his chances against Gold. Green's pokemon were a little slow but strong enough considering they'd been exempt from training for several years prior to the last couple of weeks. Gold's pokemon had undergone progressively hard battles with numerous trainers all very recently. Tomorrow would be a tough match.