[@Uccello][@Ninian] [h3][color=#C72E5C]Monday Mallory[/color][/h3] Monday flushed brighter red than Asystole as someone behind her made a cutting remark. She whirled around just in time to catch sight of the smart-mouthed little bastard: a dead-eyed, bland-looking brat about her age with some disgustingly cute Snover. [color=#C72E5C]"What was that, you stuck-up little--"[/color] Asystole cut off Monday's advance with another sharp tug on her hair, gesturing in the opposite direction. Grumbling, she turned back around in time to catch some kid defending the fat dragon-type. [color=#C72E5C]"Wait, that thing's [i]yours?[/i]"[/color] She sputtered, sheer, confused awe throwing her off. [color=#C72E5C]"You're like, twelve how the hell..."[/color] she shook her head in disbelief before returning to her normal rude self. [color=#C72E5C]"Well, anyways, you can't [i]really[/i] think this orange dope is cool, right? Look at it! It's about as threatening as a tangerine marshmallow."[/color] Meanwhile, another food-colored Pokemon decided to head off the damage. Asystole removed herself from Monday's head and floated over to the Dragonite, paper-like arms spread wide in a declaration of peace. [color=DC2B04][/color] She began, her strange cry no doubt attracting attention. [color=DC2B04][/color] Asystole made a noise approaching a sigh as she spoke. Troublesome as Monday might be, they'd been through a lot together. The shiny Duskull couldn't help but have a certain amount of affection for the brat.