[ this was far more nerve wracking now that there were punches involved with failure. after a moment of trying to talk herself in and out of it (then failing, terribly, when all her present pokemon are giving her goo-goo eyes— peer pressure isn’t fair, guys!), yachi wipes at her eyes, snorts in any tempting runny noses and inhales, deep, tapping her fingers on the edges of the bucket before putting them behind her back in a cross, leaning down and moaning as she did: ]
Oh, god, here I go— I-I’ll be gentle with you, so—!!
[ please be gentle with me! goes unsaid, but implied, as she sticks her face in the water and hunts for her second try.
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Oh, god, here I go— I-I’ll be gentle with you, so—!!
[ please be gentle with me! goes unsaid, but implied, as she sticks her face in the water and hunts for her second try.
looks like she’s got something—?! ]