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Deciding to let the two yammer on about whatever boring stuff humans did, Alastor stuffed his memo pad in the little satchel at its side. If El looked, he’d find a few extra pencils, another notebook, a few pencil sharpeners, and what looked to be a miniature book of word searches.
The redhead’s blush only intensified. The freckles scattered across her cheek faded into a sea of pink.
“Thank you. I—I really do try. “ That inner voice circled around for another strike—strangling out any sense of accomplishment.”
I’d hope you could pass for competent. You only spent seven years in school and got halfway through a residency. “Leon—my husband—thinks I work a little too hard.” she did not exactly think he was
wrong. But the alternative was letting innocent creatures
die. A tinge of sadness snuck in.
“But we don’t see eye-to-eye on much anymore.”Any lingering sorrow vanished at the chirping. It was difficult to be depressed in the aura of a Togekiss (even for her). “I have to wonder what they talk about.” She felt her lips perk up.
“Not all Pokemon are as—” Trained was not the right word. He was
family, not a pet.
“--effective at human communication as Alastor.” Which, as the training of her team showed, was not a capability limited to this one weird lizard.
“I do not need a translator to know they’re ready to stretch their wings.” A mixture of guilt, sadness, and reluctance popped up.
Reluctance to let them face the hungry things outside the sanctuary. Sadness to see them take wing and vanish to pinpoints in the distance—a reminder of her own daughter’s future departure. And, of course,
guilt for continuing to feel all of these things. Even after this, young person went through the trouble of reassuring her.
“Did you? I didn’t see you come by.” The doctor murmured. Two words that seemed somehow worse than anything she’d said so far.
Why would you ask them that? Do you want them to think you’re the food police? Why would you know if they didn’t? Suddenly, an Alakazam popped into being between them—the sudden appearance sent the Taillow flying off in a flurry of feathers.
The invitation received a shake of her head.
“No, thank you. For the offer, I mean.” She made a gesture that the two of them should continue. Aubre was too nervous to eat. Some part of her worried some predatory
thng would end this endeavor in a flurry of bloody feathers.
“But I already ate.” Fortunately
that wasn’t a lie. Even if it’d just been a protein bar this morning.
Alastor, meanwhile, waved at the psychic type. If she turned to face him, the electric type would mime a request of his own.
He’d take one of those dogs.
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