Rebecca had been working in her orchard when she heard the crash coming from the beach, startling her as she called Triton out to help her investigate what it was.
What she found instead was a burning ship that she had Triton put out with an Ice Beam and the unconscious pilot, whom of which she carried back to the house and made sure there weren’t any serious injuries.
Or will your muse trick them, into thinking they’re someone they aren’t?
"Mostly a human superstition thing, I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“Well I think it’s silly.”
“I gotta agree with you there. It is a rather silly superstition.”
Shuffling on their spot on the trainer’s shoulder. Mewtwo turned so they were facing somewhat away, making sure Rebecca couldn’t see their left side. Though their head did turn back to watch as she picked the tree.
Rebecca’s hands worked gently as she picked the Cheri berries, making sure she didn’t squeeze them too hard.
She looked at the little Pokemon on her shoulder, a small smile on her face.
“You doing okay, sweetie?”
-Heat idly listened, and watched as she moved, settling in the tub. It was as if his mind shut off temporarily, the only thing he could manage out from a combination of exhaustion and relaxation in the room.-
I’d…. Like that.
-Before he knew it he walked as if he was a love drunk fool, and carefully shifted into the tub with her. Carefully shifting as to not nudge her with his legs.-
“Ah, nice and warm, don’t you think?”
Rebecca playfully put some bubbles on Heat’s nose with a warm smile. It seemed she was still a child on the inside, no matter what her current age was.
“Does it smell nice?”
Once Heat was settled in the warm, bubbly water, she would start telling him what had happened. Before that, she would bring a smile to his face.
-Heats gaze shifted up to hers, and he blinked. Before glancing back down at them, and continuing to rub, softly nuzzling his forehead against her back.
He didn’t know what a Tyranitar was.
However he felt like keeping silent right now. Soaking her story in, as well as this sight. Finishing up with her back, and tilting his head back to look up at her afterwards, much like a dog waiting for orders.-
That music seems interesting….
Perhaps they have faded, however they are still there. And personally I am quite happy that they did not injure you too badly. Because meeting you is probably one of the best things I have ever experienced.
“It was the opening song to a cartoon that used to be on when I was a little girl. It had nothing to do with the cartoon itself, it was just very popular.”
Rebecca’s cheeks couldn’t possibly get any pinker from the compliments. She turned around on her stool and wrapped gentle arms around Heat, giving his cheek a soft kiss before pulling away. Her smile seemed different now. She seemed less tense and her smile seemed just a little bit warmer.
“Actually, believe it or not, those were the least serious injuries I got at the time. I’ll tell you the full story while we’re in the bath, if you’d like.”
She got off the stool, her bare feet quiet on the tile as she climbed into the tub. There was enough room for both her and Heat.
“I guess so!”
Rebecca chuckled a bit, giving her friend a warm hug.
“Silv, you’re a sweetie.”
They weren’t sure what this juice was but still wanted to help regardless. Clutching onto her shoulder, Mewtwo gave a big nod.
“Mew!”
“Awesome, sweetie.”
“Off we go.”
The former champion walked into the orchard, putting the other baskets down at the entrance and going to the first tree in the Cheri row.
“Does thinking you’re an excellent Berry farmer count as a differing opinion?”
“You wanna help out, sweetie? Alright then, just don’t fall okay?”
Rebecca chuckled a bit, berry baskets in her arms as she slid open the door to go to the orchard.
“If you’re good, you’ll get Berry juice.”
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