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Eevee is unnoticed by everyone, dubbed a failure by even her father. She's never tried to be anything more than an Eevee: simple and unessential. However, when Eevee's friend returns after a year of silence, beggin...
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Love(n): Use In An Unfair Or Selfish Way
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Wild Spark pries her eyes open. It's still dark outside. The day prior held promise of being interesting, but it turns out Kahaulani and her little friends were just 'enjoying the weather' while Prince was making a tail for Kalili, which he so kindly gave to Kapua as a parting gift. Although Kahaulani did mention a Deerling by the name of Faline, that seemed to make Kapua's day. Wild Spark, however, was stuck listening to Leimomi all day. She might as well be Nightshade's full-time babysitter.
"Pixie Cloud?" The lean Sylveon hums in response. That's enough for Wild Spark. She stares outside of their makeshift den, wishing the clouds would depart so she can see the stars.
"I'm listening, Wild Spark," Pixie Cloud mumbles.
"I just wanted to see if you were awake."
Pixie Cloud rests her head on Wild Spark's. "I can sing you a lullaby. Will that help?" Their soft giggles fill the den. Thankfully, Pixie Cloud doesn't sing her a lullaby; Wild Spark says talking will suffice. They talk until Pixie Cloud dozes off, but Wild Spark is still wide awake and she doubts waking the fairy-type again will help with anything.
She turns to her second option: a midnight walk on the beach.
The tranquil sounds of the ocean fill the would—be unsettling silence. Unlike most, Wild Spark prefers the day over the night. She can see beauty in the darkness—as well as evil. Bad things always happen at night.
Though nothing is more terrifying than walking alone on a beach and stumbling upon a discussion between Pokémon you know. Wild Spark shuffles over to a cluster of rocks that occasionally get sprayed with ocean water. Not the best hiding place but at least she can hear the conversation the three figures are having.
"Is this what you two do in your spare time?" That's Isabelle. Being mordant as always. "Play some gay little game?"
"It's not gay!" That's Nightshade. Screaming like always. "Violet plays it with me all the time."
"Violet had a girlfriend."
"Had," Nightshade says. "Now stop whining. So, I'm Gryffindor, Holly is Hufflepuff, and you're Slytherin."
"You make a better Ravenclaw." Isabelle sets her chin on her flipper. "Too much of a whiny baby to be Gryffindor."
"Haha, fuck you."
"Great," Isabelle mutters.
"She's back," Leafeon adds.
"Shut up," Nightshade tells the two. "Mercy tells me Gryffindor. And now you're telling me Ravenclaw. So pick. I say Gryffindor."
