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i ummm ii i got weak and had to draw the gals (and ouutis)

ㅤ new data scrolls onto her screen from a trainer just recruited.    they found pidgies of two different sizes in the same area.    compared to the data of pidgies found by all trainers in that area,    it is standard that they are a small to medium size based on all the pidgies in lumiose.    however,    pidgies  &  other avian pokémon with an inclination toward urbanization tend to be smaller in cities than forests for a number of reasons,    one being access to food appropriate to their diet,    another being how easily their wingspan falls victim to motor vehicles.    broadly speaking,    a small pidgey in wild zone one is smaller than a small pidgey in kanto’s route one.

ㅤ the importance of catching multiple samples of the same species is exactly this:    to compare the sizes of pokémon all over the world  &  find what factors influence these changes.    with the amount of pokémon flocking to lumoise city,    in a migration abnormal to anything before recorded,    this data is especially important.    mable being at the head of all this information,    temporarily,    is a permanent thorn in her side.    there’s no telling when someone else will come along to better fill her position  &  what that transition process would look like.    one of many frustrations that tense her shoulders this morning,    hunching over her laptop,    staring at bell curves,    wondering when her time is up.    why can’t they establish her permanently?    if she has to wait until her probationary period is over,    then…

ㅤ the elevator dings.    mable leans back in her seat  &  closes her eyes.    takes a deep breath to soften her worries until after this interaction is over.    these footsteps are heavy,    slow.    unlike any of her researchers or volunteers,    quick  &  peppy,    nervous.    eyes wait at the edge of her divider,    settling on the person who walks into view.    sharply dressed,    clean,    a stranger to all accessible knowledge.    it’s their sharp appearance that waters a seed of dread in her chest,    blooming almost instantly once they stop before her desk.    kalosians have a gait specific to…    ourselves.    whether a wealthy tourist or something larger,    mable swallows anticipation to smile,    interlace her fingers over her stomach  &  look up at her guest,    still seated.

she's never opening her fucking mouth ever again.

wow i really do like my special agent situationship. i sure hope they never find out about my terrible criminal past and be forced to arrest me and i have to go on probation for several years

( hi finn :3 )

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sometimes, kendria onley feels like she's playing with fire. teasing ouutis, getting so close, is a dangerous game and she knows it. like when she lifts polo's lip to get a look at his sharp, sharp teeth because she trusts him not to bite.

her mind won't let her imagine him breaking skin, just as her mind won't let her imagine the moment that they realize that kendria has been lying — no, not lying, just holding back her entire truth this entire time.

in the dead of night, she thinks of it, long after ouutis has left the warmth of her apartment. it's this sensation of plummeting, deep into the depths, her past finally coming to catch up with her after years of covering it up.

for now, she is happy. she is pressed against their side on her sofa, legs tucked up and resting halfway on their lap, arm crossing their chest so that her warm hand can caress their opposite cheek. their words make her smile, but it's far from the prideful grin that comes onto her lips when she makes them shy; it's soft, holding back her surprise, letting joy shine through.

" i think you deserve to laugh… it makes me so happy i can make that happen. " she murmurs, fingers stretching to brush hair out of their face. ( she never takes her eyes off of them when they're so close. how long do they have together before they get called away, again? )

" plus, it's cute that you like it when i tease you. " a kiss to their cheek, a hand wrapped around their arm, and she stays close for as long as they let her.

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" ohh? is that what you meant by hm? "