vacation was for people who worked. people like him, now. maddonis was a greenhorn in the world of labor and self-sufficiency. the idea of being given an opportunity to relax and do whatever he liked as respite just seemed like briefly going back to normal life for him. only, with less butlers. it didn’t keep him from ordering his pokemon around.

“bitxilore?” he called pretentiously. the pokemon looked up, an impossibly dull expression in her gemstone eyes. “be a dear and fetch me the remote.” the pokemon toddled across the room and brought a rather sleek looking device back to her master. he took it and moments later, the sound of symphony music played from high-end speakers on the far side of the room, tilted in towards his regal looking chair, a refurbished piece hundreds of years old — not unlike its companion pieces about the room. this was the vacation home. it was extremely gaudy for a beach HOUSE on the SEASHORE, but who would have expected less from the glosse family?

the doorbell rang and he set aside a cocktail on a high glass end table. “let them in.” he called to no one in particular, and seconds later, the door swung open by the hand of wartortle. he looked up at the guest curiously. maddonis had hired someone to teach him to cook, because he’d never held a skillet in his life, and he had tired of eating frozen peasant food.