Summary: Amethio never believed himself to be any good at texting—but when it came to texting Liko he at least wanted to try.
Rated: G
Words: 4858
Pairing: Liko/Amethio
Texting had never been Amethio’s preferred method of communication. Phone calls were simpler and left less room for misunderstandings. If he needed to relay a message that required organization and careful review then he could write an email instead. Texting was for nothing more than idle prattle, and Amethio wasn’t interested in that. In his eyes, he only ever needed to text if talking on the phone or sending an email wasn’t an option.
That changed when he added Liko to his contacts.
Exchanging phone numbers had originally been a tactical decision to keep him in touch with the Rising Volt Tacklers. They needed a way to communicate efficiently while attempting to free the Six Heroes from the Explorers’ headquarters, and using their phones just made the most sense. After that, calls became a way for them to serve as each others’ liaisons of mutually beneficial information while plotting to erase Laquium from the world. All in all, the two of them staying in contact was necessary for their shared goal and was ultimately strictly professional.
Amethio didn’t actually know when the shift happened exactly, but at some point, their conversations extended beyond work. Liko liked to talk, and Amethio learned that he liked to listen. The enthusiasm she had for her adventures and the genuine love she felt for Pokemon was captivating. What was more, she seemed to be equally invested in the things he had to say.
Before long, Liko had started sending him mundane text messages during the day—pictures of Pokemon she’d seen, or places she’d been to, or things that made her think of him. Amethio hadn’t been sure what to make of it in the beginning. He’d never had casual conversations through text with someone, but if Liko was the person he was texting then he wasn’t opposed to trying.
Amethio wasn’t especially good at texting. It took him some time to learn the ins-and-outs and adjust to the back-and-forth nature of it. Eventually, the… friendlier he and Liko became, the longer their shared chat history grew. In no time at all, Amethio was on his phone into the late hours of the night, watching with quiet anticipation as three small dots pulsed at the bottom of his screen. It was the indication that Liko was typing—still awake and wanting to talk to him as much as he wanted to talk to her.
He knew how uncouth it was for someone to be absorbed in their phone all the time—he also knew how foolish it was for him to lose sleep over texting a girl—but he couldn’t help himself. Maybe he should have been ashamed of it, but he ended up finding it strangely exhilarating instead.
Once they started dating, texting Liko was a routine part of Amethio’s day. Checking for a message from her became the first thing he did in the morning and the last thing he did at night.
While he still didn’t consider himself a texting expert, he was decent enough to get by. Liko never seemed bothered by it, at least. Unlike him, she was well-versed when it came to all matters of phones, internet lingo, and everything in between. She could type at a rapid-fire pace and decorated her messages with a wide assortment of stickers and emojis. It was as endearing as it was mind-boggling, and just so charmingly Liko.
Amethio couldn’t stop the way his heart raced with the erratic tempo of a teenager in love every time his phone pinged. A small part of him wondered if his texts ever made her heart race the same way. Honestly, he doubted it. While he may have had a way with words in person or over the phone, nothing Amethio said via text was especially swoon-worthy—that much was obvious even to him. His messages were woefully plain next to hers.
…Still, the idea of it was nice—even if he didn’t think he could pull it off the way she did.
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