If she were being honest, she wished it were true, now more than ever; a gnarly knee injury was currently keeping her back from performing. Both in battle and in mermaid performances… and in swim meets, not to mention…! And Misty did NOT like being told no, even by her body.
“So I’M the child…?!”
He succeeded in his goal of angering her with the quip. Her face was practically darker red than her hair.
“Interpersonal relationships have NOTHING to do with my abilities as a Leader!! And it certainly has nothing to do with YOU…!”
@FatedOrigins some teenage crush…?
She was still so in shock that she fumbled with her key upon return to her home. She let out a small awkward laugh, letting the two inside, and was quick to fetch him a proper towel, throwing it at his head with a snicker. She couldn’t let him have —
@FatedOrigins words clicked, she lit up all over again in excitement. “I got a degree…!” She boasted her accomplishment in glee, her face bright with pride. “I have started studying marine Pokémon’s reproduction processes and life stages…!! I’ve been working with a bunch of Pokémon —