"Hey!" He yelled, calling out his attention. Spark was so enthralled, he almost didn't notice he hadn't mentioned him. "How are my favorite girls in Vermilion doing?" Fancy clothing, a shining steel walking stick and some big shades that looked out of place on his tiny face. Ī door opened in an awkward manner, articulated, perhaps. Besides, the Chairman was a multimillionaire man, buying him another bike would be no problem, at least in Spark's head. In his mind, Spark was concerned about what he would do with a million-dollar bike, but he tried not to give it much thought. They had worked long days grooming Pokémon to get their own bike.
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Ī couple of minutes later, they found themselves knocking at the door of the Poké Fan Club, were they would get their vouchers to get a free bike. Spark, just couldn't wait to get his own. The Poké Mart salesman yelling his daily offer. The sound of Pidgeys and Spearows could be heard in the distance. Ĭandela and Spark started eating the berries right away, but Blanche insisted on cleaning them first. "Got my little buddy here in one of my casual pickups," he added as he gave his Bidoof a friendly lean. "Straight from the Sinnoh Region" he said, almost proud of himself. At first, Spark was unsure if the man would sell extravagant fruits to a couple of ten years old but apparently, he couldn't care less. They stopped by and bought some Orans and Razzs. On the road to the Poké Fan Club, they found a parked truck selling berries. Vermilion city was a bigger city than what it looked like. Let's go get our vouches," Candela said as she grabbed a small heavy bag from the floor. I told you to be here some time before that scheduled. I am telling you, this might only be her first badge but she's got potential. I was watching Cynthia's battle against Byron," he said with glint on his eyes. "Too much for asking you to be here in time," she said as she read her watch. Only watching her long white hair over her shoulders made him feel asphyxiated. He gave her the lapis blue jacket last winter, as a birthday gift, and she wouldn't take it off after that. Spark wasn't sure how she could be wearing her jacket on a day like this. But it was a pleasant feeling in this hot summer day. "Hello Spark," said Blanche, softly patting his head after Candela freed him.
"How's that blonde spiky hair holding up?"
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Her short red hair and tanned skin brushed against his cheeks and her everlasting smell of cinnamon filled his insights. "Hey Spark!" Candela greeted him with a muscular hug, taking away all his breath and probably fracturing some ribs. Candela and Blanche resting against its walls. Two minutes later he was by the door of the red building. He pulled up his hoodie and kept running heart ponding hard against his chest.
Rays of sun were casted upon his face, creating an undesired heat upon his face. After taking some time to brush his teeth, Spark-with-pants ran as fast he could towards the Vermilion City Pokémon Center. Only his white underwear with Eevee patterns on them. "Huh? What?" Spark glanced at his bare legs. I am not sure Blanche and Candela would appreciate the view of your Eevee boxers." "Well, I was guessing that maybe, since you are heading out. The veins on his arms pumped up slightly but his muscles contracted just enough to mark their way onto his green cargo tank top. His uncle stopped him, grabbing him by his pineapple yellow hoodie. Today we get our voucher from the Pokémon Fan Club Chairman," he noticed his voice was almost intelligible but he was in a hurry after all. "Blanche and Candela are waiting for me just outside of the Pokémon Center. He was about to bolt out of his room again when a big figure held him at the door. Maple Syrup? Apples? Stinky Wet shoes? Odds were it was a combination of all three. He hadn't notice the weird smell his room held. His fingers kept entangling one another, making it real hard to tie. They'll kill me," he muttered to himself as he tied up his shoelaces. "Candela and Blanche must be tired of waiting by now. The floor was too cold for his bare feet to handle, so as he jolted back into his room and put on his shoes. He ran down the stairs, passing by the empty rooms of the house.
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