#zeropercentcontained

Jethro was a man about the law, and the last thing he would have wanted to do today was not uphold it. Well… at the very least, not be on the running away end of it. The two were actually in the office of the Pokemon League founder, speaking about getting some funding to create more of a city like feel around the otherwise barren Polaris Tower. Whilst Hestia probably wanted it to attract tourist and have people watch her jump through hoops of fire or something, Jethro simply wanted to be able to buy himself shirts and tank tops without having to fly all the way across a bloody mountain range to get there!

No, but things had to get complicated. For the first time in a long time, Jethro got himself into an arguement.

"You don’t have any right to talk to her like that!" He swung his arms out wide, only to smack the man right in the face, dropping him to the floor with what would only become a bruise later.

"Oh…oh no…"

"Move it, Jethro…you dont want him to get up!" Hestia was already half way out the door by the time that Jethro managed to cup his hands. Hessitating to look back at the man slowly getting up, he quickly followed.

Walking turned into race walking, and once the alarms went off, he knew he was sprinting. Guard dogs (consisting of Arcanines and Houndooms) would surely be released to sic at them soon. 

"Why did you have to hit the guy?"

"Me?! You act as though it was my fault!"

“‘Cause it kinda is! You dont see me hitting Pokemon League Officials, Mr. Mike Tyrouge Punch Out!”

Jethro paused right there, at the entrance of the imposing building. “I…I think you’re right. Maybe I should just turn myself in.”

"No! Did I ever say you should?! You know, it’s your passive attitude that makes my blood boil! Don’t you have a fire in your belly?!" Hestia was already making her way past the fence, when both heard the familiar voice call out a command.

"Use flamethrower!"

…..

Hours later, Jethro found himself in the hospital with third degree burns, and the fire elite right beside him. Though she tried her best, stiffling that laugh was just not possible. The man simply glared at her, slightly irritated, but still in quite a lot of pain. 

"Oh come on now. At least we proved you had a fire in you…but it was in your a—"

"Shhhh!" Jethro hissed, his body face down on the recovery bed.

"Hey come on! At least you got to keep your job—"

"Shhhh!"

"But—"

"SHHHHHHH!" This was the loudest one by far, and the one that made the most point. The woman shook her head and sat up. "Unbelievable," she said on her way out. A minute later though, she would come back to the door. "Oh, hey Jethro?"

The Champion only looked at the woman and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Sent at 9:02 pm

“I’m telling you Armand, she’s the biggest idiot i’ve ever met in my life. Loud and boisterous and obnoxious. Not to mention the way she dresses…and she’s far to masculine for a woman of her beauty! She’s a brute! Utterly insane! Always going off and doing those dangerous…ugh, whatever it is she does….doesn’t she know what when I’m telling her not to do those things its because I don’t want her to get hurt? Sure she’s been fine up until now, but what if something goes wrong? I couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to her. This place would be so empty without her laugh…How would I be able to survive a day without seeing that stupid untamed mess of gorgeous red hair..or her crooked dazzling smile? Ugh…Hestia has got to be the most annoying woman on the planet. And I couldn’t be more in love with her……”