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Clover knew Growlithe was playful, but she wasn’t expecting him to be quite so excited about meeting a new pokémon. Maybe it was down to the type. Growlithe liked being around his own kind, or something. It didn’t really matter. They were really cute. “Some pokémon are like that. It takes them a little while to get used to things. I once knew someone who was always arguing with her pokémon. They loved each other, it was just a complicated relationship.” Clover shrugged, “I was a student. Last year. Now I’m a teacher’s assistant. I’m still trying to get the hang of it, though.” 

It was amusing in the most adorable way to Aurora to watch her Torchic and Clover's Growlithe have their own little conversation, complete with little chirps and happy growls. "Yeah, sounds a bit like us. We never stay mad at each other, though, so it's all good." she said, beaming as she explained the great relationship she had with her Pokemon. "A teacher's assistant? God, I'd never be able to do that. Once I graduate, I won't be able to stand those assholes any longer." she chuckled.

"No, I only care about your Torchic" she corrected with a small huff, chuckling to herself how her own pokemon wasn’t even listening to it’s Torchic. It was amusing. Maria adored both the fire pokemon walking in a line and then looked over at Aurora when she was thanked for taking care of her Torchic. "It’s fine" she shrugged. "You got a nickname for her?" she asked.

"Sure, Maria" Aurora doubted, not because she actually thought that Maria cared much about her but because she just loved to argue with her- even more than she loved arguing with everybody else. She thought for a moment, biting her lip at the question she was asked as she recalled the name she had in her head. "I was thinking Ashley. 'Cause then I could call her Ash. Which is cool, 'cause fire type. Also, she deserves to have a sexy name." she explained, grinning down at her adored Pokemon. "What about your Charmander?"

Honestly, I don’t see why one would test vocabulary for training. It should come naturally.

'Cause he's an asshole is why!

"That’s a nice fantasy."

"So that's a no, then?"

"Well of course I’d rather be on a beach sipping Cuba Libres with Chikorita…" she sighed, wanting to go do that right now.

"Why are you here then?" she chuckled. "What if we just up and left?" she wore a devious grin though she knew her offer probably wouldn't be accepted. The truth was she just wanted to cause trouble in any way she could, with whoever would join her.

Makes sense. I doubt you have any problem holding your own in a battle. However, I don’t see how one would cheat in a test of that sort. Why not just forget about it.

It was a kind of special test. Written, with vocabulary and all that. I'll forget about it when I know I'm not gonna be sent back home!

Clover raised an eyebrow, imagine how crazy that could’ve been. She’d never actually seen a Blastoise up close before. They sounded like they’d be terrifying in real life. Clover watched as Growlithe ran around the little Torchic in circles. “I’m sure if you give it time, she’ll learn not to run off. They’re always a little crazy when you first get them.” She shrugged, knowing that as a teacher’s assistant, she probably should be escorting her to class or something like that. Honestly, she didn’t want to leave the field, though. It was moments like that, having fun with her pokémon that she lived for, and she didn’t want to stop just for some rules, “You shouldn’t miss too many lessons. I’m pretty sure I’m meant to say something like that.”

Aurora giggled down at the two playing Pokemon, glad that her Torchic seemed to be having a blast. It was hard for her Torchic to have friends to play with when Aurora had such a hard time making them herself. "I hope so. She just has a real mind of her own, you know? But I wouldn't want it any other way." she told her, honestly only wanting her Torchic safe and happy. It was hard to exercise any discipline on a creature that small and cute. Aurora gave her a hesitant smile, "I've been told that before. But I'm doing fine and so's Torchic. I don't see what the big deal about showing up all the time is- Wait, so you're not a student, then?"

Interesting. I can see why you would take such violent actions to resolve the issue. What was the subject?

Training. Which is easy. My Torchic is amazing, I've already trained her. That's why I hardly ever go.

So, we would all rather you not punch the young girl. We still have papers to fill out for that. What happened anyway?

This jealous bitch keeps saying I cheated on this test, just because I haven't been to class all week and I still got an A. Like, maybe I'm just smart, dumbass. But yeah, she's basically trying to get me kicked out of Bark.

It was hard for Clover to be anything but happy when her pokémon were like that. She loved seeing them as happy as they were when she let them play. It was easier to get them to sleep at night, too. It really was like having pets, even though she felt closer to them than that. “Maybe. Tepig gets excited when he sees any other pokémon, really.” She shrugged, chuckling as Growlithe jumped up at the other girl to see the bird in her arms, “I’m Clover. It’s nice to meet you.” She frowned after a moment, realising the time, “Should you be in class? I don’t want to keep you.”

"Same with her. She ran straight up to this huge Blastoise the other day, scared the hell out of me." she told her, grinning down at the adorable Growlithe as it hopped up to try and get a look at her Torchic. She kneeled down to set her on the ground as soon as she started to squirm in her arms, obviously wanting to see the Growlithe as much as it wanted to see her. "You too," she replied with a smile, her eyes darting from the girl's face back to her own Pokemon, subtly making sure she didn't run off into some other direction when she was least expecting it. "Well I mean, I probably should... but it's fine. Torchic looks like she's having fun."

And you remember last time you done something like that? I’m sure you don’t care but that girl now has severe brain trauma because of you.

Yeah, yeah, I remember. I care a little bit, but that wasn't really my fault anyway. I mean, I've been punched in the head quite a few times and I'm perfectly fine; I don't know what her problem was.

Well, what does that mean for you? Are you just gonna take it or move on from it? Help you and your pokemon grow?

I'm not gonna take it. I'll just punch her in the face next time I see her. Then I'll move on from it and help me and my Pokemon grow.