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The girl was returning from lunch at a fancy café, the Jinx Corner or something. She was just entering the convention center park when she ran smack dab into someone. “Sorry!” She was about to ask Devon why the HECK he had let her run into someone, when she realized she had been tackled. It was the shorter girl’s voice that told why.
“Why’re you apologizing, except for not saying hello yet?” Mindy pouted, and then laughed.
Sonya smiled brightly. Mindy Summers was one of her best friends, and the one in charge of dying her hair. She was also the reason Sonya’s hair was fire-red and other related shades instead of blue. It was a sort of long-running practical joke with Mindy. Long-running meaning almost four years. No, she wasn’t making fun of her friend’s pyrophobia, but it was hilarious that she didn’t know what color her hair was.
“Mindy, my ho!!” She grinned, ruffling the girl’s green hair. “What the hell have you been up to with that zangoose of yours? He’s not giving you any shit is he?”
“No.” The girl chuckled and shook her head. Sonya cursed like a sailor, and some people thought she slept around like one to. Mindy knew she didn’t. In that weird, white girl shell she was kind of like a lame little kid. Maybe it was being blind that did it to her.
“Good.” She smirked.
“How are your little fuck babies doing?” Mindy meant her breeding animals of course. “Raking in the cash for you?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She chuckled. “They’re doing me good. No baby failures yet.” None of her bred pokemon were especially bad, and she had found at least a place in the wild for them all.
“Any try to drop a baby in you?” She crossed her arms playfully. But there was a hint of seriousness in her voice. She knew that sometimes trainers and breeders got cocky with their pokemon, or even sometimes that the pokemon would get aggressive in breeding season.
“Naw, my babies are good babies and only fuck each other.” She chuckled lightly. Sonya didn’t worry about that sort of stuff- she had a special repellant, and a girlfriend by the name of Jems. While Mindy wasn’t sure if they had slept together yet, which would explain how close they were, she figured it was a pretty cute relationship either way.
“Well that’s good.” Mindy smirked. “So you just came back from lunch?”
“Yeah.” Sonya smiled, petting Devon’s feathers.
“Well then it’s the perfect time for you to buy me some ice cream.” The other girl placed her hands on her hips before taking Sonya’s wrist, leading her to the nearby creamery.
“Hey! What the hell? I need to get back to my stand!” The girl laughed.
“Oh, it will only take five minutes and six bucks.” Mindy said, her eternal excuse to get Sonya away from work and into the nearest food place.
“Fine, shit, I guess it won’t hurt anything.” Sonya rolled her eyes behind her glasses, fingering a five dollar bill and a one out of her wallet and handing it to Mindy. “Get me a Grape Twistcicle.”
“Will do.” She said with a shrug and purchased the frozen treats, giving Sonya hers. As they walked out together, Devon following politely all the way.
Sonya listened to her feet padding over the hard concrete sidewalk. The sound of people was all around, all talking or laughing or something, but she could still hear her own feet. She had trained herself to focus on the noise, so it let her know what she was walking on and what was coming up next- something hollow, something more solid, it always changed the sound. She, listening intently, caught on to Mindy’s feet stopping. “We’re right outside the Con building.” The other girl said. “I should be off to the stadium. Well whatever, have fun.”
“You too, don’t get too wasted you little shithead.” The blind girl chuckled playfully and administered a noogie before getting ready to go inside. She sucked the last bit of ice off of her popsicle stick and tossed it into the garbage.
Another pair of feet approached. “Hello ma’am.” A gruff man said, wearing a smile no doubt. He was taller than her by a fair but average bit. “May I ask you some questions?”
Oh great, yet another speed bump in her road back to work. “What about?” She sighed tiredly.
“Would you mind donating your pokemon to team magma for just a week, so that we can conduct research on Mount Chimney?” He asked politely, but below the grin was a low growl like a dog trapped in a cage. He didn’t want to be doing this.
“No.” The girl said, pushing away the donation papers he had pushed towards her on a clipboard. “You guys have a criminal record I would rather not deal with, got it? And I need these pokemon.”
He thrust the papers at her again, more insistently and obviously annoyed from being turned down flatly. “Oooh, but we have a government pardon little girl.” A blatant lie.
“Look, I don’t need you horseshit. Go away, pal. Find someone else to donate but I already said no.” She gripped her grovyle’s arm tightly and marched away, inside and to general safety.
Blaise ground his teeth angrily. He didn’t have a single signature yet. Well… He glanced up at the clock tower and smirked. He could always do things his way.

Description
The girl was returning from lunch at a fancy café, the Jinx Corner or something. She was just entering the convention center park when she ran smack dab into someone. “Sorry!” She was about to ask Devon why the HECK he had let her run into someone, when she realized she had been tackled. It was the shorter girl’s voice that told why.
“Why’re you apologizing, except for not saying hello yet?” Mindy pouted, and then laughed.
Sonya smiled brightly. Mindy Summers was one of her best friends, and the one in charge of dying her hair. She was also the reason Sonya’s hair was fire-red and other related shades instead of blue. It was a sort of long-running practical joke with Mindy. Long-running meaning almost four years. No, she wasn’t making fun of her friend’s pyrophobia, but it was hilarious that she didn’t know what color her hair was.
“Mindy, my ho!!” She grinned, ruffling the girl’s green hair. “What the hell have you been up to with that zangoose of yours? He’s not giving you any shit is he?”
“No.” The girl chuckled and shook her head. Sonya cursed like a sailor, and some people thought she slept around like one to. Mindy knew she didn’t. In that weird, white girl shell she was kind of like a lame little kid. Maybe it was being blind that did it to her.
“Good.” She smirked.
“How are your little fuck babies doing?” Mindy meant her breeding animals of course. “Raking in the cash for you?”
“Yeah, yeah.” She chuckled. “They’re doing me good. No baby failures yet.” None of her bred pokemon were especially bad, and she had found at least a place in the wild for them all.
“Any try to drop a baby in you?” She crossed her arms playfully. But there was a hint of seriousness in her voice. She knew that sometimes trainers and breeders got cocky with their pokemon, or even sometimes that the pokemon would get aggressive in breeding season.
“Naw, my babies are good babies and only fuck each other.” She chuckled lightly. Sonya didn’t worry about that sort of stuff- she had a special repellant, and a girlfriend by the name of Jems. While Mindy wasn’t sure if they had slept together yet, which would explain how close they were, she figured it was a pretty cute relationship either way.
“Well that’s good.” Mindy smirked. “So you just came back from lunch?”
“Yeah.” Sonya smiled, petting Devon’s feathers.
“Well then it’s the perfect time for you to buy me some ice cream.” The other girl placed her hands on her hips before taking Sonya’s wrist, leading her to the nearby creamery.
“Hey! What the hell? I need to get back to my stand!” The girl laughed.
“Oh, it will only take five minutes and six bucks.” Mindy said, her eternal excuse to get Sonya away from work and into the nearest food place.
“Fine, shit, I guess it won’t hurt anything.” Sonya rolled her eyes behind her glasses, fingering a five dollar bill and a one out of her wallet and handing it to Mindy. “Get me a Grape Twistcicle.”
“Will do.” She said with a shrug and purchased the frozen treats, giving Sonya hers. As they walked out together, Devon following politely all the way.
Sonya listened to her feet padding over the hard concrete sidewalk. The sound of people was all around, all talking or laughing or something, but she could still hear her own feet. She had trained herself to focus on the noise, so it let her know what she was walking on and what was coming up next- something hollow, something more solid, it always changed the sound. She, listening intently, caught on to Mindy’s feet stopping. “We’re right outside the Con building.” The other girl said. “I should be off to the stadium. Well whatever, have fun.”
“You too, don’t get too wasted you little shithead.” The blind girl chuckled playfully and administered a noogie before getting ready to go inside. She sucked the last bit of ice off of her popsicle stick and tossed it into the garbage.
Another pair of feet approached. “Hello ma’am.” A gruff man said, wearing a smile no doubt. He was taller than her by a fair but average bit. “May I ask you some questions?”
Oh great, yet another speed bump in her road back to work. “What about?” She sighed tiredly.
“Would you mind donating your pokemon to team magma for just a week, so that we can conduct research on Mount Chimney?” He asked politely, but below the grin was a low growl like a dog trapped in a cage. He didn’t want to be doing this.
“No.” The girl said, pushing away the donation papers he had pushed towards her on a clipboard. “You guys have a criminal record I would rather not deal with, got it? And I need these pokemon.”
He thrust the papers at her again, more insistently and obviously annoyed from being turned down flatly. “Oooh, but we have a government pardon little girl.” A blatant lie.
“Look, I don’t need you horseshit. Go away, pal. Find someone else to donate but I already said no.” She gripped her grovyle’s arm tightly and marched away, inside and to general safety.
Blaise ground his teeth angrily. He didn’t have a single signature yet. Well… He glanced up at the clock tower and smirked. He could always do things his way.