MichaelaTheUchiha
Forever Shawol and Aileean
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- 15
- Years
- Sinnoh
- Seen Mar 25, 2015
"O-Oh, it's not a problem miss Cynthia. I-I'm just not used to meeting people of your... S-Strenght..."
Cynthia smiled. "You'll get that much strength if you really work hard for it. Just keep on learning here in the PTA."
Miharu sighed. "I remember the good old days when there wasn't an academy to train trainers and that you'd just have to pick it up as you go along on your journey or die."
Cynthia jabbed Miharu in the stomach again with her elbow. Miharu winced.
"Are you trying to give me internal bleeding!?" exclaimed Miharu.
"Yes," Cynthia deadpanned.
"Master, there's a bit of a misunderstanding here," said Bishamon. Miharu could hear the amusement rolling off of his voice.
She frowned. "What?"
"I'm not sure that your heart could take it." Bishamon chuckled. "One of the kids thinks that you and Cynthia are a couple."
"..."
Bishamon laughed. Miharu's scowl deepened. "You're an arse."
"Takes one to know one."
"What ever happened to the nice Bishamon?"
"I took him over. Mwuhahahaha."
"Worst. Evil. Laugh. Ever."
Cynthia, who noticed Miharu's expression, rolled her eyes. "What is Bishamon saying now?"
"Apparently someone thinks of us as a couple," replied Miharu. She smirked. "They're lucky Bishamon won't say who. Then again, why not give people a show?"
Cynthia, who knew what was coming, frowned. "No, Miharu. We are not doing that again."
Miharu pouted. "But whyyyy~!?"
"The last time we did that, we got kicked out of a restaurant," Cynthia said dryly. "We're supposed to be teachers, Miharu, teachers."
Miharu huffed. "Fine. I would like to state the record that despite our obvious UST, we are not dating."
"UST," repeated Cynthia dubiously. "UST. Miharu, I am about to go beat you again in a pokemon battle."
"This time, I would win," Miharu retorted.
"Who is the one currently in the lead right now?" asked Cynthia innocently.
"You only have TWO more wins than me, TWO," stated Miharu. "I still beat you loads of times."
"But I've beaten you two more times than you have beaten me," replied Cynthia easily.
"You gained twenty levels since we last battled!" exclaimed Miharu. "If it wasn't for the fact that it was an unofficial official match, I would have spammed Revives and Hyper Potions 'till I won."
"I could have done the same, you know," Cynthia said dryly.
"...Shut up."
Cynthia laughed.
Maxwell's stomach growled loudly.
Miharu smiled. "Someone hungry?"
"Remember that time-"
"Never. Speak. Of. It. Again," Miharu stated firmly.
"But-"
"Never."
Cynthia rolled her eyes.
Maxwell's Swinub burst out of his pokeball and finished Maxwell's food.
Miharu scowled. "I hate it when your pokemon steals your food."
"And put sleeping pills in them?" Cynthia said innocently.
"Or alcohol," Miharu grumbled.
Cynthia smiled. "You'll get that much strength if you really work hard for it. Just keep on learning here in the PTA."
Miharu sighed. "I remember the good old days when there wasn't an academy to train trainers and that you'd just have to pick it up as you go along on your journey or die."
Cynthia jabbed Miharu in the stomach again with her elbow. Miharu winced.
"Are you trying to give me internal bleeding!?" exclaimed Miharu.
"Yes," Cynthia deadpanned.
"Master, there's a bit of a misunderstanding here," said Bishamon. Miharu could hear the amusement rolling off of his voice.
She frowned. "What?"
"I'm not sure that your heart could take it." Bishamon chuckled. "One of the kids thinks that you and Cynthia are a couple."
"..."
Bishamon laughed. Miharu's scowl deepened. "You're an arse."
"Takes one to know one."
"What ever happened to the nice Bishamon?"
"I took him over. Mwuhahahaha."
"Worst. Evil. Laugh. Ever."
Cynthia, who noticed Miharu's expression, rolled her eyes. "What is Bishamon saying now?"
"Apparently someone thinks of us as a couple," replied Miharu. She smirked. "They're lucky Bishamon won't say who. Then again, why not give people a show?"
Cynthia, who knew what was coming, frowned. "No, Miharu. We are not doing that again."
Miharu pouted. "But whyyyy~!?"
"The last time we did that, we got kicked out of a restaurant," Cynthia said dryly. "We're supposed to be teachers, Miharu, teachers."
Miharu huffed. "Fine. I would like to state the record that despite our obvious UST, we are not dating."
"UST," repeated Cynthia dubiously. "UST. Miharu, I am about to go beat you again in a pokemon battle."
"This time, I would win," Miharu retorted.
"Who is the one currently in the lead right now?" asked Cynthia innocently.
"You only have TWO more wins than me, TWO," stated Miharu. "I still beat you loads of times."
"But I've beaten you two more times than you have beaten me," replied Cynthia easily.
"You gained twenty levels since we last battled!" exclaimed Miharu. "If it wasn't for the fact that it was an unofficial official match, I would have spammed Revives and Hyper Potions 'till I won."
"I could have done the same, you know," Cynthia said dryly.
"...Shut up."
Cynthia laughed.
Maxwell's stomach growled loudly.
Miharu smiled. "Someone hungry?"
"Remember that time-"
"Never. Speak. Of. It. Again," Miharu stated firmly.
"But-"
"Never."
Cynthia rolled her eyes.
Maxwell's Swinub burst out of his pokeball and finished Maxwell's food.
Miharu scowled. "I hate it when your pokemon steals your food."
"And put sleeping pills in them?" Cynthia said innocently.
"Or alcohol," Miharu grumbled.