TM 45 // Open
Sabrina massaged her sore calves with a scowl. Hot, blustery weather made her twitchy and irritable and this had been a long day of training filled with nothing but heat and bluster. With a croon, her Slowpoke flopped to the ground, resting his head on her leg affectionately. She scratched behind his ear and mopped the sweat away from her forehead. Not that she sweat, Sabrina thought, flipping her hair over her shoulder, she glistened.
Slowpoke shifted when Sabrina’s stomach grumbled, rolling over onto her leg. Sabrina went to pat his belly when she realized there was a bushel of berries there, so pink they were camouflaged next to his ultrafine fur. Slowpoke’s paw lolled away; she picked them up to examine them. They were tiny, twenty to a bushel the size of a kiwifruit, delicate to the touch, and mildly sweet-smelling. Oh well, Sabrina thought, plucking a bushel and taking a bite out of it, she would know eventually if it was poisonous. Besides, Slowpoke had taken a bit for himself already.
About an hour later she arrived at the Pokemon Center nearest her destination, and fell ungracefully on the biggest, marshmallowiest couch she could find, a loveseat with its own nook. She was sort of seeing double, and everything glowed with an orangey yellowy haze. She would have thought it exhaustion, but she suddenly did not feel tired. Her muscles ached, yet her hormone system buzzed. She felt giggly.
She shifted uncomfortably, laying her head back with a grimace and a blush. Control yourself.
