Pokemon Emergency (Bianca and Whit)
Whit handed Bianca the Cottonee and scratched the back of his head. ”Well, I guess you can both just stay here until some of my co-workers get back. I don’t want you both to have to go back into the rain.” He motioned for her to follow him back into the childrens daycare. ”We’ll just hang out here, they should be back pretty soon.” As soon as they entered on of the girls grabbed his hand to drag him over to a table so that he could inspect her coloring page.
He waved at Bianca as he attempted to fold himself onto one of the childrens chairs seated around the table. ”They want me to make sure they colored everything correctly.” Although they didn’t. Every Pokemon was the wrong color, but he wasn’t about to say that. His philosophy was that kids could color things however they wanted, because eventually someone would tell them it’s wrong so they might as well enjoy themselves now.
Shuffling over towards the small coloring table Bianca paused. If he's supposed to check if it's colored right why doesn't he tell them those pokemon are all the wrong color? Wait maybe they aren't, she was probably confusing herself. No... pretty sure Turtwig isn't red. 'Oh! Whit works with the children not the pokemon, maybe he just doesn't know!' Dropping into a cross-legged position next the table she looked at all the drawings. These kids sure make even the friendliest pokemons look absolutely terrifying, she had to stop from actually screaming when she looked at a malformed Pikachu with a thickly draw on smiley face.
Well the kids seemed happy at least, and the ones that filled in coloring sheets didn't cause her emotional distress. Pulling a blank coloring sheet out of the pile in the middle she started the color herself. The plump girl was fairly engrossed in her work and only looked up every once in a while when kids got a bit loud. When she did look up however she noticed that little kids are way nicer when you only watch them for a few hours. The girl besides Whit was hanging off his shoulders and kept pointing wildly at various things that Bianca assumed had something to do with their conversation. Her hands hurt a little from pressing so hard but when she finished she decided it was worth it, this drawing would be a frozen memory! A crudely draw photograph in crayon, if you will.
