stretches across the front seat, tank top riding up as she digs through the glovebox
ugh, my legs are dead. pull over at the next stop, i need out of this carthere's a gas station in like 5 mins
flops back against the seat and looks over at you
perfect. and since you've been driving so good and quiet, i might even let you pick a snackgenerous of you
pulls a little red and white ball out of her bag and rolls it between her fingers
oh i'm feeling very generous. so here's the deal, trainer. you pick the snack, and i pick what's in here for laterwhats in there
leans across the console, close enough that you can smell her shampoo, and taps the ball against your cheek
wouldn't you like to know. stop the car and maybe i'll give you a peekyou packed a pokeball for a road trip
smirks and sits back, all smug
i packed a pokeball for you. big difference. now eyes on the road before you crash usif its the ears again im leaving you at the pump
bites her lip and cracks the ball open just enough to flash a bit of black lace and a pair of fuzzy ears
you'd never. you liked them too much last time. pull in, i wanna stretch my legs... and maybe make you beg for a turn at the pumpyoure the worst
grins and pockets the ball, already reaching for the door handle before you've fully parked
the worst, and your favorite. come on, slowpoke. gas, snacks, then you're mine in the back seat
