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Kita's pregnantKita awoke to seeing her lover, Ampi snuggling against her she yawned and moved so not to wake up the sleeping ampharos. She walked around the backyard of Crystal’s yard after she defeated the elite four and received the title of champion she returned home Ampi and Kita had fully evolved and now was together most of the time… They were even expecting a litter of Vulpix sometime in the next few days. Kita walked around the perimeter taking in the sweet pine breeze that tickled her nose to where she’d almost sneeze she found a nice place in the sun she laid there rubbing her belly thinking back on how Ampi reacted when he found out she was pregnant with her litter of pups.
Kita awoke one morning feeling terribly sick she rushed to Crystal’s mom’s rose bushes and regurgitated her pokefood without a second thought of anyone seeing her in her unlady form Crystal rushed out of the house hearing her.
Ampi was there trying to see what was wrong wi
The play Tepi x ChikoruI sat in my chair reading the play ‘Aladdin’ and looking up on stage Crystal’s team was getting into ready for the scene “A whole new World” Chikoru as Aladdin his outfit fitting the prince’s outfit from the movie and Tepi as Jasmine, her outfit almost identical as the movie’s as well, it was perfect. I smiled as the lights dimmed and Chikoru got on the fake flying carpet Crystal and her team sat in the stands and watched the two love bird’s do the scene
“Do you trust me?” Chikoru said holding his hand out to Tepi he was very much into the character
“Yes.” Said Tepi taking Chikoru’s hand and landing on the flying carpet then the music started to play and Chikoru started to sing.
“I can show you the world, shining shimmering splendid, tell me princess now when did you last let your heart decide.” He handed her a tulip and smiled then continued “I can open your eyes, take you wonder
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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