“Yeah. It’s fine.”
“Aright then.”
Rebecca called Triton down to give him instructions before she led Silver into the bathroom, locking the door when he was inside.
“Sorry about the precautions but this is the best way for no one else to hear anything. Over the years I’ve gotten a little paranoid so I hope this is all alright with you.”
“I said I would, and I will. Might as well do it now.”
“If you’re sure, alright. I’ll tell Triton to keep watch, if that’s okay with you?”
“He can chase away anyone who tries to listen through the door.”
“Whatever. I guess I’ve got nothing to lose.”
“Now hold on, Silv. It’s up to you whether you want to talk to me about this or not.”
“I’m not gonna force you into talking about it, I’m simply offering a place where no one else would be able to hear.”
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea anymore. I think I’ve suffered enough public humiliation for one day.”
“Public? How about we talk in the bathroom? There aren’t any windows in there and there’s a lock on the door if that helps.”
“It’s the best I can do so it’s up to you. We can put it off til tomorrow and talk in the bathroom then, if you’d like.”
“Nothing’s wrong. It doesn’t matter.”
“Alright, Silv.”
“Now I believe you wanted to talk about something yesterday, right?”
That got Mewtwo to stick their little head out of the pile somewhat. Looking up to the trainer they actually looked a little excited.
‘Bath time again?’
“This bath is for clothes only. Not for little Pokemon as you would get hurt by what I use to wash them.”
Rebecca plopped the pile onto her bed.
“If you’d like, I can give you a bath afterwards. I got watermelon-scented bubble bath this time.”
The little Pokemon just dug deeper into the clothes. Thinking that if the Human couldn’t see them maybe they’d forget they were there.
“Mew.”
“I already know you’re in there, little one. Come out please.”
Rebecca let out a sigh, picking up the pile of clothes with the little Pokemon in it.
“I guess I’ll just have to wash these with you in them.”
Looks like the little Pokemon has dug themselves into a clothing basket. All the clothes were messed up but they didn’t know they were supposed to be folded and neat. Mewtwo was nice and snugly, that was enough for them.
Rebecca slapped her forehead upon finding the little Pokemon in the pile of clothes. She gently poked him with a huff.
“Hun, that’s not a bed.”
“…It’s a little lower than the fur. That’s all I’ll say.”
“Didn’t think anything but the ground was lower than your fur, Silv. You’re covered in it, aren’t ya?”
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