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Now that they are actually officially friends, Kris has to make an effort not to ask him to hang out all the time. It was different when they were kids who barely knew each other, competing to be the best. It was different when they were merely rivals because of course they would run into each other when they least wanted to. Begrudgingly helping each other take down Team Rocket. Unintentionally getting to know one another. Learning more about each other.
She doesn’t know if he has any friends at all, but she does not have many herself and never knew how people just… did things together. Friendliness was easy, friendship not so much. No one likes sitting quietly in a room reading about pokémon together. What kind of weirdo just stares at them and takes notes down instead of battling? Where’s the fun in watching documentaries about pokémon in their natural habitats when you can have all of them in your pokéballs and see them whenever you want?
The only way she knows how to interact with him is through battling. And insulting each other, but that isn’t really a thing friends are supposed to do as far as she is aware. She doesn’t know what friends do together, so she has never asked him to do anything. Besides, he doesn’t seem to like talking to her much anyways. Everything she learned about, his father, his situation, was largely accidental. She doesn’t want to only talk about topics others find boring or uncomfortable stuff like his family, so what else is there to talk about?
Kris sighs, continuing to stare at the number in her pokégear. It’s Saturday which meant she had not seen him since his training session on Thursday and would not see him until their usual battle on Monday. She has no real reason to meet up with him, yet she can’t help but feel disappointed.
As she moves to lower her gear, she looks up to notice a “Now Open” sign. It is a small cafe with a pretty menu written in chalk. There are displays of cakes and Kalosian poképuffs. There is a small sign that reads, “Latte art of any pokémon” and a photo of a snubbull cuddling with a teddiursa in the brown/white foam of a wide mouthed cup. Aqua eyes gleam as she imagines a grumpy red-head attempting to hide his glee towards a grinning crobat in his cup.
She hits the fifth number on her speed dial (1 is mama, 2 is papa, and 3 is Prof. Elm, and 4 is Prof. Oak. She removed Jasmine’s from her speed dial when they broke up and Buena is always the one who calls her). Kris holds he breath as she hears the dial tone. One ring. Two. Three. He’s not going to answer. Of course he won-
“Yeah?” She is startled for a second. She thought he’d either hang up without checking or leave it to voice mail.
“Hey, sorry to bother you, Silver. You’re not busy are you?” There is a beat of silence. He’s busy, Of course he is. Why would he want to spend his free time with he-
“Uh, not really, but I’m not in the mood to battle. I’ve been trying to give my pokémon a day or two off to keep from working too hard, like you suggested.”
“Oh no, that’s awesome and super considerate of you!” she grins into the phone. “I just wanted to let you know that the cafe we saw a few weeks ago in Goldenrod is finally open and I was wondering if you would like to check it out with me.” More silence. Why would he want to do that with her? Besides he probably wanted to relax with his pokémon by himse-
“Sure, why not? Crobat can get me there in about 15 minutes if you don’t mind the wait.”
“Of course not. Take your time. I’ll see you soon!” She is beaming when she hangs up and goes to look at the cakes a little more extensively.