… Moisturizer? Hark was doing no better than Zeke, not knowing and not caring what a Dratini was at the moment.
Of all the things to ask, she had to go with moisturizer?!
“I’m afraid I don’t use a moisturizer other than for my hands, and, when I do, It’s a cream, oil mix that I make myself unless I find a better one in stores. The rest is just genetics. I’m… not exactly the type you’d casually meet down the street, if I may. My cells are in a constant regeneration cycle, keeping me young and beautiful,” he chuckled.
“So my secret is not in my moisturizer, it’s in my DNA.”
Rebecca looked disappointed, softly sighing and closing her eyes.
“Nuts, so much for that idea.”
“Ah, shut it, Zeke. It’s not that funny.”
The Zekrom shorted again before gently nudging her cheek, giving the impression that he was grinning.
Back in the Game 