It was late into the night; Ellen had just finished reading the annals of route 1 and the succeeding Aquamarine City. She'd taken to reading by lamplight as she imagined the light would bleed over and disturb her neighbors should she use the much brighter room lights. She pulled the lamp switch, and the room blinked into dim darkness.
She could still navigate by the glow of moonlight, and she charted a path to her bed. The plush sheets felt like 100 Poke against her legs; well worth her money.
"Cordelia, get ready for bed."
"Mawile!"
She heard a responding call from outside the room and then the clatter of glasses; Cordelia was raiding the fridge again.
Rolling her eyes, Ellen began her own preparations for bed. She disrobed, and soon, all her clothes were neatly packed away. She would need to see about getting them washed.
She strode across the room, wrapping a towel around her body as she milled for the bathroom.
"Cordelia~ Bathtime!"
The Mawile was behind her momentarily, scampering across the carpeted floor. Food stained her paws and both jaws. She had, evidently, had her fill. Ellen sighed at the mess she'd made, not only of herself but of the carpeting.
"Common, let's get you cleaned up."
Switch on the heated water, Ellen got to work, bathing Cordelia and then herself. Soon enough the duo were in bed, wrapped snug under the sheets. Sleep came quickly, Cordelia's figure nested under her arms was enough to replicate the slight comfort of home.
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Ellen had risen early today, wanting to get in some breakfast before she departed. She had some French toast and a side of scrambledChansey eggs. While she ate, she'd taken note of a faint rumor that had shuffled along with the tables. Perking her ears, she listened to the women at another table.
"Did you hear about the murder?"
"Oh yes! It was so vicious!"
"I heard it was a man. Do you know how he died?"
"Well, I can't be certain. The officers haven't made a statement about it, but I heard he was killed by his own Pokemon!"
"""Oh my..."""
Ellen froze, her fork clattering against the plates as she dropped it.
'Dear lord Arceus, Ken is dead...'
She could still navigate by the glow of moonlight, and she charted a path to her bed. The plush sheets felt like 100 Poke against her legs; well worth her money.
"Cordelia, get ready for bed."
"Mawile!"
She heard a responding call from outside the room and then the clatter of glasses; Cordelia was raiding the fridge again.
Rolling her eyes, Ellen began her own preparations for bed. She disrobed, and soon, all her clothes were neatly packed away. She would need to see about getting them washed.
She strode across the room, wrapping a towel around her body as she milled for the bathroom.
"Cordelia~ Bathtime!"
The Mawile was behind her momentarily, scampering across the carpeted floor. Food stained her paws and both jaws. She had, evidently, had her fill. Ellen sighed at the mess she'd made, not only of herself but of the carpeting.
"Common, let's get you cleaned up."
Switch on the heated water, Ellen got to work, bathing Cordelia and then herself. Soon enough the duo were in bed, wrapped snug under the sheets. Sleep came quickly, Cordelia's figure nested under her arms was enough to replicate the slight comfort of home.
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Ellen had risen early today, wanting to get in some breakfast before she departed. She had some French toast and a side of scrambled
"Did you hear about the murder?"
"Oh yes! It was so vicious!"
"I heard it was a man. Do you know how he died?"
"Well, I can't be certain. The officers haven't made a statement about it, but I heard he was killed by his own Pokemon!"
"""Oh my..."""
Ellen froze, her fork clattering against the plates as she dropped it.
'Dear lord Arceus, Ken is dead...'