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Question: What underappreciated pokemon character do you ship yourself with?

My Answer: Eusine. C :

Characters: Bill X Olihmajor.

Summary: Next up is newrival vs. hoennship, and then ferriswheel.

Trumpet

Bill stood in front of the woman who owned the flower shop, his hands held behind his back as he spoke. "Hey, I've been wondering if you wanted to-"

The sharp blare of a trumpet being played somewhere outside interrupted him. Flustered, he broke the sentence off, and tried again once the playing had stopped. "I've been wondering if you wanted to-"

The music returned, more insistent this time, and Bill shot an irritated look at nothing. The woman stared at him, one thin brown brow hiking up as he took a deep breath and said, "I've been wondering if you wanted to go out with-"

A painfully loud crescendo was reached, and Bill balled up his fists, shouting over the music, "I've been wondering if you wanted to go out with me!"

The trumpet's wail cut off suddenly, and Olihmajor barged in with her instrument in hand, knocking over a couple of vases in the process. "I thought you'd never ask!" she beamed, slightly out of breath.

He whirled to face her, a quizzical look on his face. "Um-"

"You broke my vases," the woman interjected, crossing her arms over her chest. "They're fifty dollars each."

Olihmajor simply smiled. "Here, I'll trade you my carvine for them." At the sound of its name, the grass pokemon released itself from its pokeball: foam dripped from its mouth, rich with disease, and its beady eyes focused on empty space.

Fear flashed across the woman's face, and she stumbled back, hands held up in defense. "Don't-"

Flailing its arms, the carvine fell upon her, gnawing affectionately on her head. The colour dropped from Bill's face at the sound of her screams, and he barely reacted when Olih looped an arm through his.

"So, do you want to show me your eevee collection?" Olih asked cheerfully.

"Um-uh-"

"BILL."

"Y-yes?" he answered, frightened at the way she said his name.

"Good." Her grin widened. "Don't worry about leading the way- I know where your house is. Then, after, we can go on that date you asked for!"

"I- I didn't-"

"BILL."

"Y-yes?"

"Good. I knew you'd agree." And with that, she dragged him out of the flower shop.