So I’m about to start a story based on Pokemon. Why? Because if I could be a trainer, I would be. I’d explore the world with my pokemon friends and have a jolly good time. However, with my new pokemon I just caught, and the way he just owned a gym, along with a creative use for the charm move, I decided to write this.
Paul sat in the cafe in Lumiose. The lights were brilliant in the dusk, lighting up Prism Tower. It would be some time until he had the power to challenge the gym leader to a battle, but until then, the view was great. In every way.
The women walking past were fashionable, wearing the latest clothing, with professionally done hair, dyed just right. It was as if genetically the women knew just how to sway their hips in Lumiose. He sipped his coffee as he took it all in. It took nearly three months of being in the Kalos region before he really took to coffee, but he realized the fringe benefits of that small cup of caffeinated goodness.
A woman sat down across the way, placing her cute little purse on the table to pull out her own pokedex. She had a furfrou beside her with pink highlights. Paul never understood the desire to take a perfectly good pokemon and dress it up in such a gaudy way. Then again, he never really considered the furfrou a particularly good pokemon. She ordered her beverage and started writing in a journal, now and again brushing her hair behind her ear, no doubt watching the people and the sites just as well as he was.
“Squeaks, come out.” He fumbled with his pokeballs and finally pushed the button, letting out the small electric and fairy type.
“Alright, Squeaks, I know we’re just getting to know each other, but I have a task for you.” The small mouse leaped up on the table.
“Dedenne. De de den. Den?”
“Trust me, if you pull this off, you’ll be seeing a lot action. Just like I will.”
“De?” Squeaks cocked its head and furrowed its brow.
“I am not up to no good. You see that woman over there? The one writing in her journal with the beautiful smile?”
“Don’t be daft. You see her. Anyway, use charm on her. Charm the pants of her.”
“I know she’s wearing a skirt. It’s an expression. Just go over there and use charm, okay?”
The rodent sighed and shook its head. “De den denne.” It jumped down from the table, put on a smile, and started making his way to the table.
Paul bit his lip, “Come on little guy.” He watched as Squeaks bumped into her leg and rubbed its head, chattering for a while. She picked it up to console the poor creature, petting its head. It nuzzled into her. “Don’t use nuzzle. Don’t use nuzzle.” There was a small flicker of electricity from its cheek, and she giggled that it tickled. “Good job.”
Then Squeaks looked up into the woman’s eyes, and hearts seemed to appear. The woman was mesmerized. “Perfect.” Paul stood up and walked over, “Squeaks, is that you?”
“Dedenne! De de denne.” He shook his head.
The woman said, “I’m sorry, but he doesn’t seem to know you.”
Paul used glare. Squeaks was paralyzed and couldn’t move. “Squeaks, return.” He took out the pokeball and clicked the button to bring back the rodent. “I’m sorry about that. He gets a little squirrely sometimes.”
She giggled, “Oh, don’t we know how that is. I had a pikachu that would pull the same nonsense. He liked going up to strangers to tell them I abused him. Once, when he went to Officer Jenny, I was very close to making those abuse claims so.” She had an accent. A Kalos region accent. It made Paul’s cheeks warm. “My name is Nynette. Would you like to join me for a latte?”
“I would love to.” Paul fetched his coffee and sat with Nynette, talking well through the day. When she asked him over he agreed and whispered, “Good job, Squeaks.” Squeaks saw as much action as Paul did, becoming a primary member of the team. Nynette became a regular travel companion.
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