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“So how has Nate’s journey been running along?” asked a voice coming from the blonde’s xtransceiver.
“I’d say it’s going…” replied a certain blonde chaperone, pausing her frequent clicking of her ballpoint pen to think for just a second “...well, Professor Juniper.” She let out a sigh, furrowing her eyebrows in frustration as she turned to look over at the student who was almost putting on a street performance with meloetta.
The brunette in her watch let out a chuckle, “Not used to babysitting teenagers, Bianca?” she asked. Bianca could hear her shuffling with her xtransceiver on, hearing her rummage through something in the background.
The research assistant shook her head, “Not really, he’s just rowdy is all. Especially since he’s still lying a lot, which is…” She grimaced, watching as Nate started to get into a heated exchange with what she hoped was another teenager as Meloetta watched in curiosity. It’ll sort itself out, she knows. Probably with a pokemon battle, as all things did back when she was just a bit older than him.
Her mentor simply hummed, pulling out a little green baggy from the cupboard. “It’ll pass eventually, he’s at that age when he’s still figuring things out. All teenagers got their quirks. The most we adults can do is try to guide them onto the right path as they grow up.” Bianca turned back to her xtransceiver, watching as Professor Juniper closed the cabinet from the other side of the watch screen.
She sighs, rubbing her forehead over her green cap. “I get that, doesn’t mean it’s not difficult though.”
“No it’s not, but growing up isn’t easy either Bianca,” she reminded, evidently shutting off her stove with the click her student could hear. “You know that more than anyone, we gotta cut them some slack. Even if they can be difficult.”
The blonde only sighed, her hazel eyes squinting as she stared at the empty pages in front of her. “I guess you’re right,” she mumbled, clicking down the green option of her multicolor pen again and began writing yet again. She let out a grumble of pain as an ache in her started to flare up.
There was more shuffling on her teacher’s end, the sound of pouring water, and eventually it came to a pause. Had she been looking, she would’ve seen the professor finally sitting down with the cup of green tea she worked so hard to make. “You really do need glasses I think.”
Bianca sighed, “I probably do. Haven’t found the time to make the appointment and get them checked out, though.”
Professor Juniper just simply hummed, taking another sip from her cup. “We’ll sort out a time for you to get them checked out. Can’t have my assistant’s head hurting from simply reading now, can we?” she remarked, winking at the blonde from behind her screen.
The girl in the green hat simply smiled warmly, her frustrated expression transforming into one of fondness. “...Thanks Professor.”
Juniper smiled, before quickly shifting the conversation again. “...So, you’re working on your therapy journal right now?” She watches as her assistant nodded, humming as conversation while she bit down on her pen. “I see… It's been a while since you last saw your therapist. Have the journals been helping you?
Bianca nods again, turning her gaze back to her xtransceiver, putting down her pen. “I’d say so. I mean, I’m still doing them ever since I stopped seeing her.” She takes a page by her hand, and starts flipping through the pages. “It helps me sort out my emotions, ya know? It’s become like a part of my routine to me… almost.”
She can’t remember the last time she had a truly bad day, honestly. A lot of her days were expressed with simple :)s or :|s. Sure there was the occasional >:( (mostly due to a certain… ex friend. Who she refuses to think about. Or Nate did something that especially made her worry) but for the most part, the last time she felt distress… was a long time ago.
It feels weird, not being as affected by her trainer years anymore. She could only imagine what her therapy journal would’ve looked like had she been writing in one when she was seventeen or eighteen. Maybe sixteen too… that’s when it was all beginning.
Oh well. She yawns, pausing her flipping and returning back to the page she was writing on. She stretches her arms out.
The brunette in the lab coat’s face shifts into one of concern. “That’s good to know,” she remarks, as she places her cup to the side. “Although, if you ever need to talk about anything, you can come to me or Fennel. I care for your well-being just as much as I did when you were sixteen. I’m sure Fennel does too.”
BIanca hums, turning back to the woman on the screen. Her face softens, hearing that. “...Thank you, Professor,” she simply says. She returns back to her earlier entries, one she remembers oh so well, forever stained by the tears she was crying on that stormy night.
An entry when she was just barely nineteen, when the effects of what everyone did still lingered heavily back in her mind.
When Hilbert’s frozen body still burned inside her memories and haunted her vision every which way.
When she was still… lost.
Sometimes she still feels that way.
“I think one day, I’ll surely be happy… and I think I’m getting there.” She says, staring down at the page with a bittersweet smile. She internally thanks the boy who wore the baseball cap she’s kept inside her bag ever since she left to guide three certain children.
Professor Juniper’s frown shifts into a warm smile, one that seemed to glow with pride “I’m happy to hear that, Bianca.”
The girl in the green cap simply closes her eyes and giggles, turning back to look at her mentor inside the screen.
Only to be taken out the warm feeling to a familiar yelp, pokemon cry, and explosion. She looks straight up with wide eyes in the direction, and sighs. Her head hurts again. “Naaaaaate!” she calls, packing her journal inside her bag hastily and taking out her Mandibuzz’s ball in exchange. Just in case she needs a pokemon to remove the fourteen year old from the situation so he doesn’t get himself hurt. “I gotta go, Professor. Nate’s probably gotten himself in a fight again. I’ll call back later, okay?”
Professor Juniper just laughs awkwardly, waving her off. “Oh the tiresome energy of adolescence, don’t worry about it. Keep me updated, okay?”
Bianca nods, saying her goodbyes before clicking the end call button on her xtransceiver. She slings her bag over her journal, preparing to apologize yet again for the teenager’s behavior. Oh the stressfulness of adulthood.
Even if she’s much happier like this.