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Odette balled her hands into fists to resist from hugging Kimiko outright. No, they probably weren't close enough to warrant a need for hugging...right? They had just defeated a scary mythical together, after spending two weeks trying not to get taken themselves, and bonding over their weirdly...

Hoopa barely had time to explain themselves, before in popped Celebi. Everyone in the Maw was…in danger? Alfuckingready? Her eyes blazed, but she said nothing as she threw the fucking bottle into her backpack. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, she pulled her gun from the hidden holster...

"Us Kalosians don't really know the concept of 'packing light'," she explained sheepishly. "Especially not for what was supposed to be a two week vacation." She did, however, laugh at the statement Gladion made. "To be fair, he normally doesn't do the watching. He's usually the first one to...

Odette stopped dead in her tracks as she kicked the door open to her room. Had she known that she was going to have party, she would have straightened up more. Made the bed, put her clothes away instead of throwing it all onto a chair and the floor next to the dresser, cleared all of her...

In a weird twist of evening plans, Odette found herself laying in bed, flanked by both Enora and Odile. Enora had taken to nuzzling into her right hip, while Odile, still in that human form, had her back to her and was facing the wall. Odette supposed she didn't mind the crowd; the bed was big...

Odette twirled her empty glock around her index finger, staring up at the skylight mindlessly as her ears fixed on Enora lightly snoring next to her. She found that no matter how much she tried, she couldn't fall asleep. Whether it was from the events of the day, or the talk she had with Steven...

"̶I̵ ̷g̴e̷t̶ ̷i̵t̴ ̶c̵r̸a̴c̵k̵i̷n̵'̶ ̷l̵i̷k̶e̸ ̵a̷ ̵b̸a̸d̶ ̵b̵a̵c̸k," Odile rapped into the karaoke mic. She stood on the bed as if it were a stage for her comeback performance--because of fucking course it was. The music was perfectly loud enough, she could feel the bass in her gut, and of...

Third floor was the best choice. Their room had clearly been tailored to meet the needs of flying Pokemon, which is exactly what Odile's hyperactive ass needed. A room with enough leg room to soar around without breaking anything, and enough places to perch where she could hang upside down or...