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Characters: Sonny, Voile
Date: 2/20 - Late Afternoon, Early Evening
Location: Under one of the trees on campus.
Synopsis: Vinnie's back. The Valentine's Day shenanigans are over. It seems like there's some time for some peace and serenity.
Warnings: I'm going to make you barf with our fluff.

A smile. It was very light and lasted for only a few moments. Then it faded into a frown, which eventually transformed into an expression of pure, untainted concentration. Her focus was easily read, easily noted, and perhaps available in an overabundance.

With a pencil in her left hand, and a pad of paper placed carefully in her lap, she felt mostly at peace. Mostly. Her thoughts were elsewhere, however. The kind of elsewhere that she hadn't quite understood it herself. Occasionally, she found herself far more inclined to feeling less like herself and more like everyone else. But that came with the empathy.

And if she was going to do something for the benefit of the majority rather than the minority, then clearly it was time to put a little plan of hers into action...

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Sonny Moe had slept for almost five days straight. During the weeks Vinnie had been away, he'd done his best to be awake during the day as much as possible. It had been a bit of an effort on his part - he had to make sure he was available for the rest of the team and Red while their older Brother was on his journey of self discovery. And he had the plants to take care of too. So, his eighteen hours a day had become fourteen, then twelve, then ten, and eventually he was coasting by on about eight and spending almost all his time in Human form. A slightly ragged, lonely Human form.

But when Vinnie had come back, once he was done reconnecting with his Bro, it was time for some catching up and BOY did he catch up!

And so it was a much more rested, centered Sonny that found himself wandering in the afternoon sunlight, enjoying it's warmth and a feeling that things were going to be OK again. Something he'd been unsure of the weeks prior.

That feeling of 'OK again' became something closer to pure joy as he walked toward his favorite tree and saw underneath it a quiet, contemplative girl for whom his fondness knew no bounds.

"Hey! Hi! Voile!"

He announced his presence a little before getting to the tree, the spring in his step unmistakable.

"I'm happy to see you!"

Her mind heard him before he was truly registered. Hearing his voice was different from truly acknowledging the Snorlax and Voile had always been rather quick to do precisely that. He'd caught her at a point, however, where she shared in the same tired feeling he'd suffered. Vinnie's departure had been taken hard and she'd worried incessantly. Mostly because she felt... more than a little pointless.

Well. Pointless was a little cruel, wasn't it? She felt... surprisingly lacking in use and practicality. Especially considering she was his girlfriend. She was supposed to be for more than simply a pretty face and a hypersensitive being who was often incapable of defining her own feelings due to the amount of sensations she conducted.

Her chin finally lifted and she looked toward him with the faintest curl to her lips. "O-oh, hello..." Shyly her head tipped and she lowered her notepad. "Did... you want to join me?"

"If that's OK - I don't want to interrupt if you're busy or anything?"

He'd noticed the notepad by now. Maybe she was doing homework or poetry or something, and considering he was feeling a little chatty he didn't want to break her concentration. Somehow, though, he didn't think she was about to turn him away. It was still polite to ask, however.

She shook her head and patted the empty ground beside her. "I don't mind at all. I've not spent much time with you recently. I should compensate for that," she explained with a shy smile. "I'll talk to you about what I've been working on. You might be able to help me."

She flushed a little and patted the ground again. "Come on, then."

"I'm sorry I haven't been around as much the last few days." he said, taking a seat where she'd indicated and settling down. "And I'm sorry if I was a little spacey and stuff over the last few weeks."

And he was sorry. He was sure it had been a little tricky recently. Even if he hadn't meant for it to be.

"But I'd love to help you with whatever it is you're doing!"

She shook her head, "You don't need to apologise to me. I understand what's been going on." And she did. A little too well. She thought he would have known that, too. The idea that he didn't... The possibility upset her a little. A flicker of disappointment crossed over her face and then she nodded.

"I'm not sure you're really into the whole contest scene... But did you know we don't have a hall for it here? I wanted to make one for everyone. Do you think people would like that?" she asked him with sincere uncertainty.

He knew that she had more idea than most. But still, he thought it was best to be said anyway. He'd not want to take her ability for granted and allow it to speak for him, after all.

"I've never been in a contest - there's no Contest hall here? I'm a bit surprised about that! There's Gym leaders at school and I guess I sort of thought there would be at least somewhere in the city that took care of contests."

They weren't as big in Kanto or Johto as they were in Hoenn or Sinnoh, but there were still some places you could go.

She settled her hands upon her lap after putting her notepad aside. Her head tipped and she watched him curiously. "I'm a bit surprised, too," the Gardevoir admitted. Shifting ever so slightly, she found herself leaning back onto the palm of her right hand. Gesturing with her left, she continued.

"They may be busy with their own training. Gym competition is much different than contest competition. It's an entirely different world. What works in a gym battle most often won't have the same effect in a contest." She gave a wry smile, "One might think that contest Pokémon are something of a pampered breed." Herself included, she supposed.

Sonny shifted himself up and down against the bark of the tree, enjoying the way the bark scratched his back through his shirt.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it is different, but I don't think it's any less difficult to do." Sonny mused. "You still have to know the moves, have the technique and ability to do them well, and you still have a trainer you have to do your best for." Really, it was probably almost harder to be a good contest Pokemon. Doing the moves to impress judges tastes instead of just to knock out another Pokemon.

There was a lot of thought that passed over her mind when she considered what Sonny said. Doing her best for a trainer. Yes, when she'd had hers, she was very dedicated to him. She always wanted to please him. She always wanted to... Well. Those were older days, however. The past was something that made her how she was in the present, but it was still painful to think about. Harder because she was fairly certain every other Pokémon she knew had a trainer.

And she was something like the girl on an island, left to her own devices.

"Yes. In some ways it is not so different, after all. You aren't wrong," she agreed gently. "I think I always view it as an entirely different world since I've never been used for anything other than contests. I often feel as though I'm too dainty for anything like that. I'm not quite like you, but perhaps I am and I just don't know it yet."

"You are pretty dainty." Sonny agreed fondly. But most things were relatively dainty compared to a Snorlax. "But I know Gardevoir - and most Pyschic types really - can learn a lot of different moves and be good in battles. I think that versatility would be really good in contests too but I don't know much about them."

He stretched a little and relaxed a little more against the tree. "I think there's probably lots of things about contests and battles that are similar, even if people and pokemon think about them differently. I don't know if I'd really be good in any contests but I guess I wouldn't mind trying it one day. Just to see."

She said nothing for many moments and instead, simply watched him. There he was, looking as though perhaps he was tired again. She imagined she could easily fall asleep next to him if her mind wasn't trying to do too many things at the same time. But she also assumed she wouldn't be able to relax enough to do any napping. Not today, anyway. Not until she had the contest hall idea fully put together.

"I think you would be very... interesting to have in a contest," Voile began thoughtfully. Then she looked over to him and smiled teasingly, "Are you sure you could stay awake through the whole thing?"

He giggled a little bit. "Maybe I could! Unless Red uses a Rest TM on me and I use it as a Move for the Judges. I wonder what they would give me as a score for going to sleep?"

Probably not a very good one, Sonny.

"Maybe I should ask Red if some day he could enter me in a Contest. Just to see what it's like."

Voile seemed to love Contests - they must be pretty wonderful.

She gave him a wry smile, "I think they'd give you a ribbon for effort and then push you out of the competition. Silly Snorlaxes. All you guys do is sleep. How does anything get done?" She stretched an arm over her head, reaching toward her back. Voile was teasing, however, and she was sure he'd understand that. After all, playful banter was what they did, really.

"It never hurts to ask. If I can get this contest hall off to start, then perhaps Red can enter you into the ones we have here." A smile spread over her lips and she suddenly looked a little more hopeful. Or maybe it was because he was there with her.

"Sleeping is an important thing to get done, you know!" Sonny replied to her teasing with a somewhat coy chuckle. "We get everything done that we need to, I think. Well, usually."

It wasn't ENTIRELY true, after all. He'd felt he couldn't get nearly as much done as he needed to lately which is why he'd deprived himself of his usual amounts of rest. Still, that was pretty far from his mind right now.

"I will definitely ask. I'd like to enjoy stuff like that with you."

Her hands laced together and she eyed him, quiet and fond, for a few moments at least. Then her expression softened. She shifted wordlessly until she could curl an arm around his and settle her head to his shoulder.

"Sometimes I think you'd like to enjoy anything with me, as long as it was with me."

And that was all right because she'd never really known anyone to feel such a way for her. She adored it, honestly. A little attention was good attention and Sonny's attention was really the best kind. It may have overwhelmed her at times, but she still liked it. In moderation.

"You won't forget?" she asked him suddenly. "I'm sure you've got other things on your mind. It's not high priority, so you should only ask when you have a free moment. No sooner."

"I won't forget. Once Vinnie is settled back in and once Red isn't busy and once the rest of the team are all settled down and OK< I could ask about something like that."

She was right - considering the drama they were often embroiled in for one reason or another, it would be a little selfish to sudenly start talking about contests on top of all that.

He gave a small yawn, relaxing into her embrace just a little - he didn't want to topple them over, after all.

Voile nodded slowly, encouraged by his reassurance. It certainly worked, which she thought a mite surprising, considering that she spent more time fretting than whatever was necessary, honestly. Her hand tapped over his a few times and once she'd lifted her head again, she tipped her chin down to watch with some kind of intrigue the differences between them.

He was so large and she was so small. He was so laid back and she was wound so tightly. He was so altruistic and she was so jaded and skeptical. There was a world of differences between them, but she seemed to appreciate that. He kept her rather grounded and he was able to make her laugh. Those were important things.

How long had things been like this...? She couldn't remember. It was around the time they'd visited the tavern, she thought. Around that night when he'd asked her if they could officially be a couple.

"I'm sorry things have been rough likely," she commented gently as she looked up to him.

"Don't be sorry." he replied without hesitation, his smile wide and easy as always. "It's not your fault. Not even a little bit. In fact, really, I should be thanking you. I haven't had the best time over the last few weeks but you keep me smiling and give me something to look forward to. So, please don't apologise. You help more than you know."

"Thanking me?" she asked with surprise.

Her hand squeezed his and Voile coaxed up a smile of vague uncertainty. "I haven't even done anything," she protested softly. "Are you sure that's not just your biased perspective on the whole thing? I mean, to some extent, I think I'd say the same thing."

She looked over to him with an exposed eye of red and her lips curved a little more prominently. "What is it that you have to look forward to with me, if I may ask? I am curious as to what it is you look forward to."

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