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“One more time, Gremlin!” Cash yells, encouraging his Impidimp to hit the final Dark Pulse.
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The sludge hit Impidimp right in the face, and it hissed as the sluge burned. Impidimp staggered as Cash yelled, "Dark Pulse, again!"
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Cash's face fell a bit, but he quickly fell into battle mode. "Gremlin, use Dark Pulse!" he yelled. A beam of dark energy launched at the Grimer.
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“Then let’s get it over with,” Cash hollers back. His Impidimp scrambled down his arms and leaped in front of Cash.
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“Huh, not creepy at all,” Cash muttered. “You on my left,” Cash hollered, pointing, “If I punch you and you have the key do I get it?”
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Cash stopped at the door and yelled across the room, “Which one of you has the key?”
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Pic sighed softly and began to change his melody. His hums became more droning, his notes became more stable. Eventually, his song became a soft background noise, alternating between 2 chords. A soft pressure began pressing on Aventine’s head as the song offered a blanket of comfort. If she rejected it, the pressure would go away, but she could also accept it if she wanted.
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Cash looked back with a flat face. “Wow, thanks for the clarification,” he droned, continuing into the hallway. His Impidimp sticks out its tongue out at the man.
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Pic stays silent, waiting to see how Ave reacts.
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“Easy enough,” Cash said, and strolled into the door with his Impidimp.
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A shiver passed through Cash, and he doubled down on his nonchalance. “Which wall?”
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“Sticking with the theme, aren’t we?” Cash remarked. He rolled his head to the side as his Impidimp jumped to the floor. “What do I gotta do? I got a day to kill.”
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Cash walked into the Gym, full of confidence. His Impidimp mirrored his emotions, showing a smug expression. They had trained for a long while yesterday, and after a visit to the PokeCenter and a good night’s sleep, they were ready to attempt this challenge. “Hey, I heard this was the main thing to do in this town,” he called as he entered. “Anyone offering a challenge?”
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Cash explored the town for the remainder of the day, finding another good place to eat for dinner, and relaxed. He also stopped by the Pokecenter to buy a couple of pokeballs. He turned to his Impidimp. “I want that gym taken over. Looked like the only interesting thing to do in this town, and wr never got the chance back in Sinnoh. What do you think?” The Impidimp got a mischievous glint in his eye and nodded. “Good,” Cash replied. “Tomorrow we train, and the next day we fight.”
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He gives it a squeeze and places an arm around her shoulders.
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Pic moves over and sits on the bed. "I'll be here as long as you need," he says. Pic nods and gives a sad smile.
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Pic nods, and his mouth draws to a line. He turns, and hand reaches for the doorknob to go back in, and he pauses. Without looking back, he states, “I mean this as genuinely as I can possibly accent: I hope your feelings for Ave change so that we could really be friends.” Before Elan can respond, his face breaks into a warm smile and he walks back into the room, leaving the door open.
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Pic sighs, cutting Elan off, “That’s not what I mean. I am saying that Ave is mine right now, and regardless of if that changes in the future or not, you need to act like it will be true indefinitely. You can still be a friend, just… don’t make me do something we will all regret.”
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“Look, I don’t want to control how she feels, or how you feel, or how anybody feels. It’s a bad road, a dissonant chord.” Pic’s face grew hard for this next part. “But I can tell you right now, I will not see Aventine injured or hurt. You pushing towards her is only gonna do that. Understand?”
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Pic walks outside and cracks the door. It was open enough so that Pic’s tone of voice would be heard and power Aventine’s voice, but closed enough that words couldn’t be made out easily. “I’m just surprised it took her this long to catch on to you,” Pic sighs.
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Cash shrugs. “Weird kid,” he mutters to his Impidimp. The Impidimp looks up at Cash out of his bowl of noodles, a noodle over its eyelid. It’s tongue flashes out and the noodle disappears. “Though who am I to talk?” Cash sighs.
