THAT SYLVEON
It's back. Thanks for all the support on the last chapter, I'm glad that it received a lot of positive feedback. The story must continue, no matter the time between the breaks.
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West Latias city looked forward to a beautiful sunset, given the prospect from a chill, yet sunny morning. Unfortunately, the afternoon foresaw a melancholic overcast, which a certain Sylveon saw as Arceus' cruel attempt at pathetic fallacy.
Anais left Evergreen High School with a purse on her lips and a chip on her shoulder. The end of the school day meant she was merely one of the masses of Pokemon beneath the thick grey clouds, all bustling to go home.
She kissed her teeth, narrowly avoiding a beaming Bronzong who looked like they were in a rush to go and have fun with their lives. The Sylveon watched them cross the road with disdain.
"Hope you get hit by some real steel, you dumbass excuse for a bell." she grumbled under her breath, tensing her brows and strutting away with a little more power. "GGRRRR!", she screeched through gritted teeth, making a couple bystanders take a step back out of safety. In the eyes of the Sylveon, though, there was no one and nothing in sight, such that she hadn't even seen the small Pichu who did a barrel roll to get out of the way (press Z or R twice).
Eventually, she arrived home, and exactly where she wanted to be - alone. She opened, entered through and forcefully slammed the front door behind her, startling a Glaceon that balanced a tray holding a thoughtfully crafted ice sculpture on their head.
"Whoop! Anais, you scared me." said the Glaceon, coping quickly so as to not drop the tray. Lest, she risks losing four hours on an off day. "So ah, how was school, dea-"
"Awful. I just wanna sit in bed for the rest of my life." Anais responded rudely to her mother, before scuttling upstairs. "Don't follow me."
Cassidy frowned, dropping her shoulders. She watched in silent agony, as her daughter displayed her internal struggles in the form of erratic emotion.
"Um… Cass…?" a voice croaked from the lounge. "Was that Anais? Is everything okay?"
"Julley, is there even any use asking that?" said Cassidy, placing the tray down in the hallway, before approaching the Umbreon that was sitting on the couch with an ice pack on his forehead. "I honestly think that there's no fixing Anais, a-an… and I've been thinking…"
The Umbreon braced himself, saying, "N-No, please, Cass… Don't cry…"
"I'm not gonna cry." assured the ice type, who took a few intense sniffles just to calm down. "I just feel so hopeless!" she cried, as she flopped unceremoniously next to her husband on the couch.
Julley wrapped a paw around the Glaceon's shoulders, and brought her in close, feeling that familiar cold touch. "Of course we have hope, Cass - We have each other. We just need to think for this one."
Taking a few more breaths, Cassidy's panic settled, and she nodded slowly. "Yeah… yeah… Let's think. So um… what do you think?"
The dark type placed his ice pack down on the table, before saying, "Hmm… So, why don't we do something to take the weight off of Anais… like go out to a restaurant?"
"Baby… Our daughter has some kind of PTSD… I don't think an egg and steak supreme would help her like that…"
Mmm… Egg and Steak Supreme…
Would you mind not using my mind to process your own thoughts? You've never even had the egg and steak supreme…
Wow. A little rude, Julley.
Not a good time, Arceus.
I mean, I was just about to suggest you take her to… I dunno… therapy? But of course, what does the omniscient Judgement Pokemon know, aha.
Oh. That is actually a good idea.
Oh. That is actually a meh meh meh. You know who that is? That's you.
Thank you and stop mimicking me in my mind!
…Your wife slapped you a couple times and you haven't even noticed.
Huh…? OW-
"OW!" Julley exclaimed, rubbing his cheek furiously.
Cassidy jumped back, before clasping her paws around her husband's cheek as well.
"I'm sorry, Julley! You just did that thing where you'd stare into the distance for a while, a-and you weren't responding to me!"
The Dark type inhaled through grit teeth. "Ah, no no, it's okay. W-Weirdly, it gave me a bit of an idea, actually."
Cassidy smooched the slightly glowing red impact mark. "Mmm… What is it, dear?"
"We should probably take Anais to therapy."
"Hmm…" thought the ice type, placing a digit on her lip. "Yeah… you're right, you're so obviously right! I feel like an idiot - that's obviously what anyone suffering from trauma needs!"
The corners of Julley's mouth crooked upwards a little bit; he hadn't expected such a jubilant response for a mediocre suggestion.
Um… Miss True-Pairing? I'm right here…?!
Let's try that again. The Umbreon was pleasantly surprised. He often took for granted the fact that he literally had divine intervention at a moment's notice.
Thank you. :3
No worries. The Glaceon quickly darted around the corner into the front foyer. Julley then heard the sound of vigorously rustling paper. Scratching his head, he waited a couple moments, then a little more. He wanted to just gander around the corner, but then he wondered if it'd be worth his impatience. Just when the Umbreon's curiosity got too much, his wife returned, a stack of brightly coloured paper advertisements in her maw.
She placed them on the coffee table. "I'm pretty sure I saw an ad for quality, and cheap, in-person therapy. Like, a few weeks ago, at least."
Julley looked at the ice type enthusiastically sift through the ads with an apprehensively pursed lip. "Umm… When did we get all of these?"
Cassidy shrugged. "They started piling in a little after Anais' school went on that trip. I think it's been a recent thing."
"Oh, right. C-Can we ask to be omitted, or uh…?"
"A-ha! Here, have a look at this."
Julley was given the ad to inspect closely. It was a bright beige colour. The front was decorated with, of course, any relevant information, and also a logo, characterised by nine tail-like appendages emerging from the central point.
"Huh. Twenty Pokedollars an hour? That sounds suspiciously cheap." said the dark type, turning the ad over. "Guaranteed psychological success with Dr. Owrelly… Orwellian Gas… W-What the…?"
Cassidy went back next to the Umbreon, reading the ad closely. "Dr. Aurélien Gascoigne." she read aloud with perfect pronunciation.
Julley was a little bit embarrassed, but also astounded. "Okay, Cass? How are you so familiar with these Kalosian names…? They don't even make any sense, the way they're spelt."
"Oh, aha. Y'know, just Brendan, a-and yoga, but mostly Brendan, haha!" Cassidy said, moving back and forth to distract Julley from the fact that her aquamarine cheeks were slowly becoming crimson. "So, um. What do you think?"
"Yeah, this sounds like a good idea. Shall I call them now?" asked Julley.
Cassidy nodded optimistically. "I've heard therapy can actually be pretty useful. Bonnie told me so."
"Oh, w-well I'll be. I didn't even know she took therapy."
"Mhm!" she said, handing her husband his own phone, before walking out of the lounge. "While you do that, I'm going to check on Anais."
"G-Good idea."
The Glaceon entered the hallway, and silently freaked at the sight of what was once a genesect blaring its trumpet, now a small pond in the foyer.
Cassidy huffed, and formed paw-shaped ice platforms as she plopped through the puddle.
Once she walked up the stairs to her daughter's room, she raised an eyebrow. From beneath the door, she could tell there was little to no illumination coming from the room.
She knocked a couple times, before calling out, "Hey, Anais! Is everything okay?"
"..."
No response. The ice type sighed. She knocked a couple times again.
"Anais?"
"...Yes, Mom?"
"Can I come in? Please?"
"...Yeah…"
Gently, Cassidy opened the door, and stepped into the darkness. There was a muffled light source coming from beneath a mound of blankets and pillows. The mother's instincts kicked in, and she heaved the blankets out of the way, exposing a sniffling Sylveon, staring at her phone screen. The Glaceon frowned, because she knew exactly what this felt like.
"Hey, dear." she said, sitting on the bed. "Sorry for bothering you. I just can't stand seeing my daughter come home from school everyday like this. It's tearing me apart."
Anais sighed, clearly seeming to be in better control of her emotions. "Yeah, I'm sorry for coming home like this. I'm just not normal."
"Don't say that, Annie. What happened to you today?"
The Sylveon put her phone to the side, and focused solely on the silhouette of her mother.
"Just, another terrible day. Everyday, I feel like my friends become more distant to me, and the people that hate me get closer to getting what they want out of me. Bella and I aren't friends anymore, a-and I'm in a relationship with someone who doesn't even want me anymore…!"
"Okay, okay - boy that's a lot at once - deep breaths, Anais." her mother instructed. "What's going on with your… relationship? You know, I don't think you've told me anything about this boy, and it makes me really sad!"
"I know, I know! There was Dad, then I just didn't want to bring it up again because…!"
Before she knew it, Anais realised she was raising her voice. She took a long exhale before continuing, "Sorry. I'm sorry."
She laid back on her bed, looking up to the ceiling, sighing, "So, it's this Luxray in my school named Raidon, an-"
"Raidon… Where have I heard that name before…?" her mother chimed in. "Oh, um - no, continue."
"Yeah, um, so - we've been dating for I dunno… maybe a month now? I'm not even sure. Everything seemed great at first, but then Bella came along, and then Chloe, a-and since then, his focus hasn't solely been me. I hardly see him anymore, I don't know if he even has time to think about me because he's always with someone else. We don't even talk on the phone anymore…"
Cassidy frowned, running a paw through her daughter's hair, saying, "Really? To me, he doesn't sound like a very good boyfriend…"
That seemed to strike a nerve in the Sylveon, who sat straight up once she heard the nonsensical words that escaped her mother's lips.
"What? No! He's an amazing boyfriend. A-At least, when I'm with him. He makes me feel so special, and he's the only person who gets me sometimes! Everyone thinks I'm a lunatic… Except for Raidon.
"Anais, it doesn't make sense that he makes you feel special, but only sometimes. He should make you feel that way all the time."
"But… I mean… I… He was…" mumbled the fairy, before she grabbed her ears and pulled them over her face in frustration. "Argh! I just don't know what to do anymore! I feel so hopeless. I-I don't wanna break up with him, Mom, I can't imagine a life without him…"
"Hey now, dear, deep breaths, just as we said." Cassidy said softly, moving Anais' ears out of the way of her face.
"Okay, okay. Sorry." replied Anais, regaining control of her breathing patterns. "But, what do I do, Mom? I feel stuck in a cycle."
The Glaceon smiled warmly, contrasting the look of despair on her daughter's profile.
"Just talk to him. Tell him how you honestly feel. You two are in a relationship - when you feel something, he has the right to know. Maybe you should try to ambush him after class. Anything as long as you can catch him alone." she advised, standing up from the bed, and continued, "If he was your boyfriend and truly cared about you, he'd do anything to help the way you feel."
The Sylveon felt a deep chasm form in her gut. She looked at her mother, then back to the ceiling. A gust of relief escaped her lips, before looking back down to her tear-soaked mattress.
…Fuck sake. She's so right though.
Meekly, Anais silently nodded, giving in. Within the darkness of her closed eyelids, she felt the cold touch of her mother's arms wrap around her shoulders, but slowly, the chill sensation became warmer over time. Eventually, the fairy type relaxed, and felt her breathing become steady.
Is this how "calm" feels? It's felt like ages…
*DUM*
The door opened widely, opened with a sharp force. A sheepish Umbreon became the centre of attention once he wandered into the room, looking almost aimless. Anais shared a confused glance once she found her father holding a damp mop. Did he always have that bump on his head?
"Ah, oh. D-Did I interrupt something?" he said, looking startled.
"Maybe a little, what's going on, dear?" asked Cassidy, loosening her grip on her daughter. "We were having a moment."
"Oh, aha - Sorry." Julley mumbled. Then, he locked eyes with Anais, holding an optimistic gaze. "So, um. Anais? We have a p-proposition for you."
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Barry yawned as he entered his parent's large compound. As usual, he avoided the front porch's sprinklers by taking the driveway, and entered the house through the garage. He heard some ambient noises throughout the hallways that eventually brought him to the kitchen.
There, he found his mother, weaning her two children while seated at the fairly large glass dining table. The Lucario held a Riolu in each arm, trying to encourage both to drink from individual bottles of milk independently.
"Hi, Mom." said Barry, putting his bag down and taking one of the Riolus from his mother.
The steel and fighting type heaved a long sigh of relief. "Awh, thank Arceus. My arms were giving up. Good to see you, Barry. How was school?"
The Riolu stared deep into the Blaziken's irises, as he held his sister closely. He could tell from a slight darker discolouration of the baby Pokemon's blue fur, this one was Janine. Barry smiled, and the Riolu returned the smile. Wholesome.
"Oh, school was okay, thanks. I made a new friend, we talked about books, then I went to the gym for a bit."
Jasmine warmly smiled, but the heavy bags beneath her eyes told no lies.
Barry continued, saying, "Hah, so I hope my little sisters weren't giving you too much trouble?"
"No big deal, 'course not. Just been awake since six in the morning… on my day off." deadpanned the Lucario, opening wide her maw to yawn.
"Ouch. Well, um. Do you wanna relax for a bit? I can take care of these two." opted the Blaziken.
"Umm… You know, Barry - I'd really appreciate that, you angel. Your Dad should be coming back anytime soon from, y'know, 'O Classico', so maybe after then?"
Barry was startled, nearly dropping his little sister. Woah. "Wait, that's today?" he rambled, "Why wasn't anyone talking about it? I gotta see who won!"
"It was for a domestic cup. Y'know, what's it called? Ah, it's a Johto term - like, uhhh."
*THUMP*
"O, BURS-Y-AAAAMO, JOHTO-KAICHI, WE HEARD THE LAST OF THE RUBY OME-GAS!"
(read while listening to the fire emblem theme)
Several voices rang out in a surprisingly flawless barbershop quartet-esque fashion. Barry looked out into the hallway from the kitchen, and saw his father being hoisted up by a group of cheery, equally athletic Pokemon all in a green uniform. Following miserably behind them, a downcast Typhlosion with their shoulders slumped, and a cone hat on their head, labelled "Dunce".
The Typhlosion looked in through the frame of the door leading to the kitchen. Clearing his throat, he mused quietly, "Hey, um. You guys won.", before heading after the parade unenthusiastically.
Barry smirked and fist pumped. "Yuss… Also hi, Uncle Tyson."
The fire type gave a lazy salute in response, and left. A few moments later, a Blaziken returned in place of the Typhlosion. A large glass bottle of champagne decorated his talons.
"Woo! What a win!" he sang, dancing around Barry ecstatically while throwing a couple playful punches to his shoulder. "Did you guys see the tournie? Your Uncle Tyson's rubies got the talons!"
Jasmine rested her head in the paw that wasn't coddling her second and also third child. "Pretty spectacular, Brendan." she muttered thoughtlessly, "So, anyways, what's your plans for the evening? Glad you thought of me when you decided on alcoholic beverages, by the way."
Brendan set the bottle down on the counter, before sheepishly replying, "Oh, um yeah, course. That's for you. I'm gonna head out with the dudes, we got victory reservations at a Kalosian Lounge. Then, maybe I'll go to Inkay's afterparty. You know, black ink VIP pass."
"Oh, boring." butted in Barry, holding his head down in defeat. "Parties..."
"Great…! Because you weren't invited, Son!" said the Blaziken, winking playfully.
"Uuugghh…" groaned Jasmine, reeling her head back into the soft leather chair. "Brendan, can't you stay home with me today? It feels like I've been alone all day with the kids, I could really do with another set of hands."
Brendan pointed at Barry. Barry grinned proudly.
"W-Wha? No, I want you to stay around, Goofball." deadpanned the steel and fighting type.
The Blaziken nervously sucked in air through small gaps in his teeth. Now, he wasn't sure how to go about this awkward feeling. His eyes wandered to the lounge, where his teammates and best friend were either relishing in victory, or waiting for the call to take off a cone hat.
"'Course you want me to stay around Jazz, but - do I gotta?"
Jasmine looked a little shocked that her husband actually had options to deliberate on in his head.
"Um, no, you don't gotta, but it'd be pretty smart to. Especially if you wanna sleep in a bed tonight, B."
Brendan huffed defeatedly, before turning around and trudging out of the kitchen. A few begrudging murmurs were exchanged, followed by multiple "Oohs" and "Ahs".
Barry poked his head around the corner, and watched in awe as his father's friends and teammates - some of which the teen had considered personal heroes - were ushered out of his house by none other than his father. Mind you, the Blaziken didn't seem to look any different from his apathetic associates.
Once that was over, Brendan returned, but his face no longer screamed victory. On the other hand, Jasmine's teeth were on display, sponsored by a smug grin.
"Thaaaanks Brendan." sang the Aura Pokemon, getting up from her seat and slowly dancing in place, being careful of the Riolu in her care. "I was looking forward to spending time with you, actually."
"Oh really? What'd you have in mind?" asked Brendan, giving his wife some support as she stood carrying their child.
"Well, I was thinking we could watch a movie, then rewatch your highlights. Theeeen…" she trailed off, eyeing her firstborn son playing with his sibling. "Um, wait a sec, Brendan. Barry? Could you take Jacie from me and take these two to your room? Maybe you could find
"Sure. Can they read yet?"
"No."
"Oh. Bummer." he murmured, before turning to the Riolu in his care. "No comics for you, then."
Effortlessly, Barry took a sister in one arm, and carefully hoisted Jacie close to his chest with the other.
"Hey, son. You're getting pretty strong." remarked Brendan, turning and watching his son carry a pair of loads without much struggle. "We oughtta scrap sometime later-" the Blaziken said, before he was cut off from a sharp pain from his behind. "YEOW. I meant to say tomorrow. Or whenever you have a chance. Maybe never."
"Oh. Yeah, sure. That sounds like fun." he said, albeit a little confused by the older Blaziken's behaviour. "Anyways, see you guys later!"
The married couple watched the teenager handle the precious baby Pokemon as he walked out of the room. Once gone, Brendan turned to his wife and shot her a mean glare.
"Hey, aren't you happy that Arceus has good things lined up for that boy." Jasmine said dreamily, watching the door close from fully open to barely ajar. "He's such a sweetheart."
"Too bad he doesn't take much after his Mom. Watch what you do with that chest spike, Jazz."
The Lucario pouted, before an idea hit her and a toothy grin overcame her profile. "Awhh, I'm so sorry, Goofball." she whispered, as her paws slowly ran up his chest. She nestled her maw between his shoulder and neck, playfully nipping at his feathers as she got closer to his ear. "Please, let me make it up to you with a blowjob."
Brendan's beak became as red as his rivals' team jersey. "Now? Mmm, don't really feel like fuck-funtime just yet. Don't you wanna watch a movie?"
Pulling away, the Lucario looked at her husband disappointedly. "Are you for real? You just beat some dude's ass on live TV - Don't you wanna show how much of a man you are by fucking your wife's brains out?"
The blush got stronger. His wife had a way with words. Brendan smiled instead, shadowing his embarrassment.
"C'mon, now I wanna spend time with you. You got me for the rest of the evening - are you sure you wanna use it just having sex all day?"
Jasmine nodded.
"But I even have training tomorrow. Not only am I gonna be spent - I won't even have time to be with you then."
Jasmine shrugged. "Oh well. Had sex. Not a bad trade, right?"
"I mean, I suppose not…" said the fire and fighting type, feeling the room becoming ironically warmer. "Okay, fine. But can we at least like… actually watch a movie first like you promised?"
The Lucario's smugness disappeared off her face. "Oh, you actually thought I was being serious? I was only saying that because Barry was in the room." she deadpanned, grabbing at the taller Blaziken's chest tuft. "Really, I just imagined we were gonna bang and have those chunky cigars after."
"Really? And hey, what'd I say about smoking!"
"Hey, what'd I say about stress at work!"
"...You're on maternity leave, babe."
Shocked, Jasmine pulled away from her husband, sitting back in the chair and throwing her head in her paw. A look of defeat plastered her face, and hence swept the romantic theme of the kitchen.
"Fucking lame, Brendan." she muttered, rapping her digits on the glass table. "Now I don't even feel like having sex."
A cold feeling went down the Blaziken's spine. He wasn't sure how to describe the sensation aside from the colour blue.
"Okay, okay." he submitted, picking up the Lucario bridal-style, who yelped in surprise yet didn't fight his grasp. He gazed down at the steel and fellow fighting type's irises that glittered even under the artificial kitchen lights. "I'm sorry, Jasmine. Let's actually go and spend some time together. Don't care how - well maybe it'll involve a movie - but lets do it together."
Wrapped in the close embrace of her husband, the Lucario's mood seemed to do a turnaround… Gradually. She threw her paws up to wrap around Brendan's neck.
"Yeah, good one." said the Lucario, rolling her eyes. "Gotta try harder than lame movie quotes if you want me to feel better."
Brendan's shoulders sank. "Harsh." he mused sadly. He looked at his wife's cheeky
"Maybe you aren't fucking lame after all, Goofball." she said sweetly. "M'kay, let's watch a movie together. It's felt like years since we had a lazy evening."
Brendan smiled majestically, looking more like the teenager Jasmine remembers marrying. Still in his arms,
"Yeah!We'll get snacks, and build a pillow fort, and make s'mores!"
"Mmm… S'mores." moaned Jasmine, closing her eyes and pointing her nose to the ceiling, as if she could smell them already. "Okay B, I'm sold. Take me to the bedroom. I need something sweet and sugary, 'cause I can feel something coming."
"Oh. A craving?" asked Brendan, looking about for any immediate remedies.
"Nah, I was talking about you. In here." Jasmine joked, opening her mouth and pointing with a finger.
The Blaziken was slapped with another blush, and the Lucario chortled recklessly in turn. Brendan was eventually able to smile. At least, he knew he was with his wife again.
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Piercing violet irises glared at the opposing pair with intensity – marking every aspect of the belonging fram with scrutiny. Every wink, squint, and blink were imitated to perfection. Yet, glaring at the mirror, Chloe was unimpressed.
Standing in the bathroom alone, the Zoroark had been busy reviewing her stature. She reached for the stretchy peach headband that sat next to miscellaneous cosmetic products and pulled it until it was taut. Then, with a bit of skill, she tied up her hair from a long, messy mane into a neat and bouncy bun.
Smiling, she performed a quick spin, eyeing up all of her angles. She angled her neck upwards a bit, comparing the shape of her jawline with her new hair style.
Gradually, the smile waned, and became a disappointed scowl. As impulsively as it came, the bun was taken out with a clean swipe. Following the motion of her arm, Chloe's hair waved from side to side, becoming more voluptuous and unkept on it's own.
She placed her left paw on the side of the mirror. Sighing, "Maybe pigtails, instead." she said to her reflection.
The oil black furred reflection nodded in agreement. Chloe looked to the nearby counter where she kept most of her hair accessories. She moved a few things around but failed to find a second hairband. Furrowing her eyebrows, she opened the bathroom door to go out into the main hallway. Lit with a golden hue from a setting sun were the walls that surrounded her. She peered out of the windows as she strolled to her room, not taking much time to appreciate the cloudy orange-pink sunset and slightly mist covered streets.
She entered her well-lit room with a sigh of exhaustion. Peach wallpaper greeted her weary frame alongside the creaks of her door hinges. Her eyes fell to her bunk bed, where the urge to just lay her head and return to dreamland only grew more fervent. She shook her head, and grabbed a pair of peach striped arm sleeves to slip on, before flopping at her desk. Her blank computer monitor displayed a Zoroark with bags under her eyes and a floppy mess of hair that followed its head's every movement. Flicking a mouse nearby made her computer setup quietly whirr and the monitor come to life.
Chloe moved her chair a bit closer to the desk, watching the cursor click a couple times on an application denoted by a camera. Just as she was about to reach for her headphones, her sensitive ears twitched a little. She wrapped her head around and eyed the opening door.
Entering, a Luxray of slightly greater height and a dazed look in his eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat as they set a bag down in the corner. She was able to fight a warm feeling in her stomach while the electric type shifted their stern, bright gaze upon her.
"Woah. You scared the shit out of me, Dude - I didn't even hear you get in." greeted Chloe. Well, that was her form of a greeting.
"Oh. My bad, I literally just got home from school now." said Raidon, lazily throwing himself onto his bed. "So, what's up?"
The Zoroark felt like a statue. As if, something as simple as a Luxray asking about her day really caught her off guard.
"Uh, it was all good. Just, y'know. College. Was about to stream, too. What about you?"
Raidon seemed to ignore her question, instead sitting up enthusiastically. "Aw, that's awesome. What game are you playing?"
Chloe turned to her computer screen. The recording software was open, and aside from a few other random tabs, that was about it. "Huh. Guess I uh, hadn't thought about it."
"You should play StarDelphox. Do you have it?"
"I've heard that game before. Hold on." she said, scrolling through a long list of names on a dark blue page. "Yeah, I bought it last summer because a friend said it was the bomb - haven't played it yet, though."
The Luxray excitedly made biscuits between his paws and the blankets beneath him. "Why not stream that? It'll be pretty cool because it's like, you're going in blind. Plus, I haven't played the game either - it'd be a fun watch."
"Mmm. Sure. Why not?"
Chloe double clicked on an icon of a futuristic fighter plane, and watched her computer screen blacken, before the StarDelphox logo appeared. Raidon excitedly got beneath the blankets and covered himself like a Metapod. Gazing at all the characters appearing one by one, he felt like he was a Shinx again.
The Zoroark peeked over her shoulder and got a view of Raidon under the blankets. Something about the sight - she couldn't explain what it was - made her want to beam. It was a warm, nostalgic feeling.
"Hey… C'mon! Are you gonna play the game or what?"
…
So, okay. I hope you guys can understand - I decided to end things here because I completely forgot I had to finish this chapter. Hence, this doc was sitting here gathering dust while I neglected uploading it. So, you can have this chapter early. Next one will have a fuckload of love put into it. Don't worry.
-LuanOTP