Summary:
A pushy, perverted Weavile pursues her overprotective human partner to get off. Soon, however, she finds that getting off isn't as fulfilling as falling in love.
"Hear anything yet, Siena?" a man asked. Siena shook her head. There wasn't a thing to be heard out here other than the biting howl of the cold wind and the snow underfoot. Siena reached forward and firmly tugged on the man's hefty jacket. "Not yet. We've got twenty minutes and thirty four seconds to go. So let's reach the forest edge first." Typical. Siena sighed and watched her hot breath filter through the air. She just had to be out here at this hour, mucking around in the woods with nothing better to do than scare off some random creatures. It was an important job, sure, but it wasn't her job. Not by choice, anyways.
Siena continued trudging along with her human. Specifically her human, Clifton. It wasn't every day you got to own a human. Siena wasn't an average every day Weavile either, or so she figured. As they walked, the Weavile casually lagged behind and scooped up a handful of snow, crunching it between her hands. "Don't even think about it," Clifton said, without even a glance at her. She looked down, then back up. A swing of the arm sent it flying, splattering across Clifton's back. The white snow covered the stitching that read 'NIGHT PATROL'. He loudly sighed, putting a smile on Siena's face. The job had its benefits.
"Do it again and I'll add another minute to the timer," he said. Siena shook her head, rushing back up to his side. She quickly hugged him and mewled, fluttering those oh-so-pretty eyes of hers. Clifton stopped to look down at her. "I'll let it slide, then. Don't start thinking the eyes will always work," he said as he always did. He ruffled her head feathers. "Come on, won't be too bad. If we make it to the edge of the forest early I'll get you some hot cocoa." Fair trade. Siena gave a firm nod and started leading the way.
While the forest had naturally changed over the years, Siena memorized nearly every inch of it. It was a far cry from when she was a young girl, however. Seemed like every day there was a new creature she hadn't seen roaming the woods. That's just what happens when you had a bunch of trainers running around, releasing their Pokemon into the wild. Tonight was relatively quiet, and what little they did see amounted to runty little squirrels and slow witted teddy bears. That just meant there would be less work, which was fine.
"Keep an eye out for those ice ball things. I hear they pack a bite," Clifton said. Siena smirked back at him and swiped at the air. "Alright Ms. Strongarm, I get it." You better. "I just don't want to have to rescue you again." Siena shook her head. Not ever again, you won't. She marched on eagerly, seeing the forest's edge rapidly approaching. What lay beyond it was a mass expanse of white, only barely lit by the trickles of sunlight coming over the horizon. Siena suddenly ran up to the very edge, then turned around to wait for Clifton. He walked at the same pace, surveying the forest around him. When he arrived, Siena took one single step onto the snowy expanse and smiled at him. "Yeah, yeah, you get the cocoa," he said with a smile and a shake of the head.
The walk back was of little consequence. Aside from Clifton scaring off one of those abominable snow munchkins, there was nothing of note. They strode up to Clifton's car, which was a well worn, blue sedan. Siena vaguely recalled him owning a truck, a long time ago. She went up to the passenger's side and tugged on the door handle. "We've been over this," Clifton said. "You go in the back seat." Siena rolled her eyes and begrudgingly sat in the back seat. Clifton plopped down into the driver's seat. "Think of it this way, I'm like your chauffeur." Siena tilted her head. Clifton as a chauffeur. That made sense, she did own him after all. She nodded with a toothy grin. "Good." He turned on the engine and pulled away from the dreary forest. "Don't forget your seat belt."
Clifton started removed his hefty jacket, tossing it to the passenger seat behind him. "Another good day's work." Siena shrugged. "Don't you think? I think that calls for doughnuts, doesn't it?" The Weavile's attitude instantly changed, with a firm nod to go with it. "Just one, though." Siena fluttered her eyes. Pretty please? "You're such a hard bargainer," he said with a chuckle. "Let's see if Jack's up at this hour." Siena reached over and picked up his jacket, wrapping herself up in its softness. Maybe taking in a hint of his scent as well.
The road became brighter and brighter as the sun popped fully over the horizon. As they drove, vestiges of civilization appeared. Buildings, other cars, billboards, all the comfy things that reminded Siena she wasn't in a damp, cold forest anymore. She snuggled into the fake leather car seat, letting out a comforted sigh. This was how a lady like her should be treated. Driven place to place by her loyal human. It wasn't long before they were in town proper. It was an enjoyable little hamlet with all the things Siena needed, food, entertainment, and a place to sleep. "Remember when you'd go through the dumpster at Jack's and I'd have to shoo you off?" Siena frowned and pursed her lips. She crossed her arms. "I know, you're all mature now." Siena nodded. And don't you forget it. "Sometimes I wonder, though." He chuckled.
They pulled into the parking lot of a store simply named "Jack's" in generic red lettering. Siena didn't wait for the car to turn off, instead rushing out the second the car came to a stop. Clifton called out, which she promptly ignored. She slipped the jacket onto her thin frame as she ran. The front doors automatically opened for her, giving way to a warm, cozy shop stocked to the gills with all the sugary treats and snack foods she could ever want. "I was wondering when a rapscallion would burst through my door," an older man said from behind a counter. Siena gave him a wave without so much as a look in his direction. "Good morning to you too," he said jokingly.
Siena started to gather up select items from the shelves. Chips, candy bars, and whatever else her hungry eyes saw. Satisfied with her haul, she rushed up to the counter and set them down. "Jack," Clifton called out, "how've you been?"
"I've been working," Jack replied with a nod.
"We're all working. I meant how are you?"
Jack chuckled. "I can see we're working," he said as he looked down at Siena and her treasure trove of goodies.
"Pick whatever's cheapest and add a cup of cocoa, if you would." Siena looked back at Clifton and growled. "And a doughnut too." Siena nodded. Good. As it should be.
"Let's see here." Jack started to wave his hand over the pile. "This, then." He picked up a candy bar. Siena quickly grabbed his wrist and pried the treat from his hand, then forced a bag of chips into it. "Alright little diver, I'll ask Cliff." She frowned at her nickname. You dig through trash five times and suddenly that's your name for life. "This good, Cliff?"
