"Roost!" Jord countered almost immediately.

As soon as he called out his order though and Pidgeot struggled to raise his massively damaged wings, white light exploded out of Electivire's back, without a single order from Surge and its speed heightened massively.

"None of that now!" Surge laughed as Electivire reached Pidgeot before the newly evolved flying type could manage and landed a massively powerful looking haymaker covered in sparking lightning right into Pidgeot's face.

Hilda winced, that looked painful. And if Pidgeot had managed, he could have maybe healed his wings and temporarily lost his weakness to the electric type in the process.

Pidgeot cried out in pain as the blow staggered the big bird back, and sent him reeling. But, Electivire wasn't content to let things end there, a second huge fist slammed into Pidgeot's stomach, doubling the bird over, and then when he was stunned, Electivire began to unleash a heavy barrage of lightning enhanced fights over and over into the upper area of Pidgeot's body.

Yet, even then, Pidgeot refused to go down, powerful talon'd feet gripping into the ground of the battle feet tightly and refusing to buckle. Even when taking a beating, that bird was a monster.

"See, this is why little kiddies shouldn't be talking so-" Surge began to mock Pidgeot and Jord again.

"Bite!" Jord suddenly called, or rather, snarled, eyes livid at the beating his pokemon was taking.

Just as Electivire pulled back from one punch and began to unleash another, Pidgeot snapped forward, huge beak opening wide and clamping down onto one of Electivire's arms like a vice, the huge electric type went wide eyed and yelped in pain and surprise.

'Bite!?' Hilda gaped

"Bite!?" Surge sputtered, just as confused as her.

"Headbutt!" Jord added while they were stunned, and Pidgeot tore his beak from around Electivire's arm savagely, drawing another startled pained cry from Electivire and then lunged and smashed the his head right into Electivire's face, hard.

The sheer force of the impact made Hilda wince in sympathy and the huge, muscular behemoth actually staggered back quite a few steps, clutching at its face in pain from the blow.

"Pidgeot's can't learn bite!" Surge growled accusingly.

"Anything with a mouth can bite you stupid cunt!" Jord spat back, before slapping his fist into the crook behind his elbow and raising his arm up over the other, fist clenched in a universal gesture, "Now fucking slash it!" Jord added.

Slash now!?

Pidgeot literally jumped forward while Electivire was stunned and raised one talon'd foot high up into the air, before bringing it down and slashing across the huge electric type pokemon's body with his razor sharp talons.

Electivire gave another cry of pain, but Jord wasn't done there, "Kick his fucking legs out!" the teen snarled in a rush of words.

Coming down from his 'slash', Pidgeot turned and then literally raised his foot again and kicked Electivire right in the junction between the knee, a startled yelp leaving the behemoths mouth as it tumbled backwards and landed on its back with a crash.

"…What…the!?" Surge sputtered, eyes wide open and mouth opening and closing as he bore sight to the way Jord and Pidgeot 'counter' attacked.

"Haha! that's the way!" Jord cheered, "Kick his shit in lad!" he 'ordered'.

And Hilda found herself gaping again as she bore witness to a majestic and beautiful Pidgeot, literally begin to lay into the downed Electivire and just kick it in the side of the ribs over, and over, and over again, the sheer strength behind each blow resounding with a 'meaty' thud.

Electivire tried to struggle up, and got kicked back down. It tried to roll away, but Pidgeot was having none of it and hopped over, following all the way, kicking every step of the way, focusing entirely on Electivire's ribs.

If there was any doubt that Pidgeot was the closest pokemon to Jord and his starter before. They were definitely dead now.

Pidgeot really did take to the brutal thuggish 'techniques' Jord imparted on onto his pokemon, the most.

Hilda really wasn't sure why she was surprised at all, at this point. Pidgeot lost the ability to lose his wings? Basically couldn't use any of his attacks anymore?

Oh, that was fine, who needed attacks when you could beat the shit out your opponent the good old fashion way and not give them any mercy or quarter at all?

"Electivre! Teleport away you dumb idiot!" Surge ordered, finally regaining a bit of control.

Electivire, finally getting a proper order now, or probably just remembering that it could teleport, glowed white and disappeared just as Pidgeot was about to lay another ribs into its no doubt very tender ribs.

…Honestly, Hilda didn't blame it, couldn't even. She doubted she'd even be able to remember her name under a beating onslaught like that.

"Twister!" Jord scoffed, just as Electivire appeared a few feet away from Pidgeot and staggered, clutching its side.

"Geot!" Pidgeot didn't miss a beat, even if Electivire was reeling from its injuries, unlike him. The huge flying type whirled around, huge sharp beak opening and unleashed a massive spiralling tornado of draconic energy that slammed right into Electivire and tore it off of its feet and slammed it back down into the ground once more, hard.

And then Pidgeot jumped right over and came down hard, atop Electivire, not letting up, just as Jord taught him, slamming his razor sharp talon'd feet down into Electivire's face with bone crunching force.

"That's it! Smash it, stomp its fucking face in!" Jord on the other hand, seemed to revel in Pidgeot's utter thuggish brutality.

This wasn't a pokemon battle at this point, it was a beating.

As practical as it was, he was making a mistake though, 'He should have Pidgeot use Roost right now while Electivire is down and stunned, but he's too caught up in sticking it to Surge.' Hilda grimaced, his blood was running hot and going straight to his head.

Surge really did manage to piss him off in ways she hadn't been able to understand at all, and Surge's attitude with Jord was no better. She supposed they were just people that instinctively couldn't stand each other.

"ENOUUUGH!" Surge suddenly roared angrily, "ENOUGH! I'VE HAD ENOUGH! ELECTIVIRE FUCKING BLOW THESE LITTLE SHITS AWAY WITH DA TUNDA!"

"FUCK YOU IT'S PRONOUNCED THUNDER YOU ILLITERATE STEROID PUMPING, LIMP DICK TWAT!" Jord roared right back at him, "TWISTER ITS FUCKING FACE OFF!"

Okay, this was going a little bit too far now!

Pidgeot gave a piercing shriek at the same time Electivire unleashed a mighty bellow. Draconic green energy flashed into existence, unleashed from Pidgeot's beak and slammed into Electivire below it, at the same time an absolutely titanic and blinding bolt of lightning erupted from Electivire and shot up into the top of the barrier like a massive column that practically blotted out both pokemon from view, it was that huge.

Hilda had to cover her eyes and hold her hat to keep it from getting blown off, the sheer force of their attacks was even seeping through the barrier.

'…This is insane!' she thought in shock. This was far too savage for a gym battle. And Jord was one thing, but what the hell was Surge thinking? It wasn't against the rules for him to use any pokemon he wanted against any trainer, no matter how much badges they had, that was his right as a gym leader.

But…the sheer brutality and ruthlessness in him, and the way he drove Jord to a rage with his attitude and words. That was way beyond appropriate for a gym leader! They were supposed to be symbols of powerful trainers, levels to strive for, tests to overcome, atop a pedestal that young trainers admired!

Not…this!

When the massively bright lightning bolt finally died down almost a minute, a sheer minute of all things later! Hilda grimaced as she saw the state the two pokemon were in.

Pidgeot looked charred, electricity crackling all over his form, his white under feathers looking literally black in places, and laying face down on the ground of the battlefield, twitching and spasming.

Electivire was only a little better, filled with bruises and blood that matted its fur all over, the huge electric type behemoth was down on one knee, and barely keeping itself up by planting its two massively muscular fists on the ground to keep it up.

There was utter silence and her eyes flickered over to Surge who was panting wildly, his own huge fists clenched so tight they were shaking.

"Fuck!" he suddenly cursed, eyes going even wider than they already were with panic.

Hilda whirled around and she gaped once more - she was doing that a lot this battle - as she bore witness to Pidgeot pressing his highly damaged wings into the ground and beginning to push himself up!

Even after all that damage and brutal fighting, he still wanted to go on!?

…She couldn't let this go on! 'If this keeps up, the damage might get so bad Pidgeot will be hospitalized for months!'

She opened her mouth and made to warn Jord, or plead with him to stop this, but before she could, a deep, heavy sigh reverberated from her travelling companion.

"Pidgeot, that's enough, stay down." the boy ordered, the livid roaring rage on his face suddenly gone, his eyes closed as he ran a hand through his spiky hair.

There was utter silence at his words, and three pair of eyes whipped to him to stare wide eyed.

None more wide than Pidgeot himself, "GEOT!?" the bird demanded, eyes narrowing into a glare.

"Calm down," Jord opened his eyes and glared right back, "It's just one battle, besides, it's not like we've lost and they're stronger, we're just letting them win."

"Letting us-" Surge growled angrily.

"Shut it," Jord cut him off immediately, not looking away from Pidgeot, "We've been training for a month, this loser is like forty, it's all down hill for him here innit? We should be kind and let these pansies hold onto this fake little win, let them sleep better at night, y'know? We all know you'd win if this kept up anyway."

Hilda could see what he was trying to do, and it was smart of him, what a proper trainer should do. Throw in the towel before his pokemon sustained damage that could cripple them and leave them with an extended hospital stay.

…But, even at the same time he was doing that, he was smugly making out as if Pidgeot wasn't damaged at all and could easily keep this up, and insulting Surge and his Electivire all the way.

How did one soothe such a prideful and headstrong pokemon's pride, play the good guy in all this and utterly insult his opponent at the same time?

That was an insane talent in of itself, being a little shit of that level.

Pidgeot digested Jord's words for a moment, before sighing and lowering his head obediently and Hilda felt her lips twitch.

Pidgeot's loyalty wasn't something that could ever really be questioned, and he was well smart enough to know what Jord really was up to.

"Good lad." Jord sighed with a smile, before lifting his pokeball and returning the huge bird.

And then promptly, turned on his feet and just walked away, utterly ignoring Surge.

"Hey, we're not finished here! Like hell you could have won! Don't make up excuses you little coward! Get back here!" Surge shouted after him.

"Eat shit tiny dick!" Jord shouted back, lifting his hand to stick up the finger over his own head without ever turning around.

Surge just stared gobsmacked at the utter disrespect.

Hilda eyed him for a moment, just in case he exploded in a roaring rage of anger, before putting him out of mind and hurrying after her companion.

She caught up to him mid-way through the metallic halls of the gym, back through the way they came.

"Tch," she heard him click his tongue and she saw his fists clenched to his sides, "Fucking roided jackass, think he's so fucking strong, I'll fucking shove my foot so far up his arse his tongue will have grip!"

"You…okay?" Hilda touched her hand to his shoulder gently, "It's alright to be angry about losing the first ever time you know." it was actually kind of shocking he'd went this far without losing at all since his journey started.

Jord paused in walking and gave her a confused look, "…What? I'm not mad about losing, you can't win every time, anyone who thinks otherwise has their head so far up their own ass they can probably practice kissing with their own tongue," he snorted, "That ugly blonde fuck just pissed me off."

"Oh…okay, that's good." Hilda nodded, a good attitude to have, a mature one even. But…that imagery, he sure had a…way with words that painted quite the vivid picture.

"Besides, I just wasn't expecting that railgun move nonsense, now I do and he can't catch me by surprise with it or that explosion bullshit," Jord suddenly smirked, crossing his arms, "Gimme a week and we'd stomp all over him and his roid chugging pokemon."

Of course, how could she ever think otherwise? so much for the worry that she felt for him suffering his first defeat, but Jord will always be Jord, "Glad to see your confidence is as large as ever." Hilda rolled her eyes, drily.

An arrogant little shit.

"It's cuz I'm amazing." Jord shrugged with a grin.

Hilda sighed.

And together, the pair of them vacated the Vermillion City Gym and made their way back to the pokemon centre. Jord, to get his pokemon checked up and healed.

And Hilda needed to prepare to say goodbye.

When they got to the pokemon centre, surprisingly, Nurse Joy was already waiting for them, knowingly.

Jord handed over all the pokeballs he was carrying to her. It wasn't like a bit of care would hurt the rest of his pokemon with all the training they did. Granted, the one who probably needed it the most to recover from any possibly exhaustion was his Chansey, and even that was a stretch considering how much he hovered over the pink pokemon and fussed over her.

Pidgeot and Golem were a whole other matter, the damage they had taken, wasn't something that could quite so simply be taken care of by a short trip into the revitalisation machine.

They were released onto a pair of large stretchers and wheeled into the back of the hospital and taken to a private room to be examined and cared for.

Pidgeot, barely blinked, just sitting on the bed and allowed himself to be checked over, proud and dignified as ever, if not more so with how big he'd grown through evolution.

Apparently his wings were actually broken as well according to Nurse Joy, yet that just made the big bird puff his chest out even more proudly, and considering how badly Pidgeot was kicking the crap out of that Electivire, Hilda honestly couldn't blame it.

The problem though…was Golem. Despite the sheer amount of damage he had taken, the rock and ground type was already up and awake.

And absolutely disappointed in himself, so much so he'd retreated into his shell and hadn't come out yet.

"C'mon mate, don't take it so hard," Jord sat on the bed beside the massive spherical rock shell and thumped it with his hand to make sure his pokemon was listening, "It's only one loss, and it's more on me than you, I wasn't expecting him to pull some crazy crap like that railgun shit, I should have looked into that roided bitch better."

Golem remained silent within his shell.

Hilda watched him from the entrance of the room, leaning on the door frame. And she just kind of marvelled how he could go full on aggression with the likes of Surge and turn around and act all kind and comforting with his pokemon.

She heard foot steps coming from behind her and looked over her shoulder to see Nurse Joy making her way back, a harried look on her face, "That man…" she huffed, "What was he thinking going so hard on such a young trainer?"

"Do you mean Surge?" Hilda asked.

The pink haired nurse paused and nodded, before sighing, "Yes, that railgun attack is one of his trump cards, something that should really only be used in dire situations, it's something that took him years to create and why he went all the way to Alola to get a Geodude to raise up," she explained, "It's a combination of Stone Edge, Iron Defense and Shock Wave, not only is it dreadfully powerful, but it also basically cannot be dodged and can only be blocked, and then to go on and use explosion right after that? I don't know what drove him to such limits."

"I couldn't tell you," Hilda shrugged herself, "He and Jord just seemed to have a lot of friction from the get go, they couldn't go a second without basically squaring off against each other."

"That isn't an excuse, he's a grown man with a lot of responsibility," Nurse Joy rolled her eyes, "And Jord is a teenager even younger than most starting trainers, to lose his cool with just a boy is atrocious."

Well, she definitely wasn't wrong. Surge was way out of line. While he technically didn't break any rules, his attitude and the way he came at a newbie trainer wasn't befitting a gym leader, no matter how talented or smart mouthed that new trainer may be.

'…It was probably the small dick insults.' Hilda realised after a moment, while Surge was riled up by Jord initially, he didn't become full on aggressive until after Jord started attacking his 'manhood'.

"His Golem is still out of commission right now and probably won't be up for a few days, and his Electivire, usually so proud and strong, now it's practically cowering under the bed sheets in the room its in," Nurse Joy palmed her forehead with a groan, "I suppose I should just be thanking my lucky stars he didn't lose complete sense and start using his Z-move."

"Z-move?" Hilda asked, cocking her head to the side. She was going to let the nurse know exactly why Electivire was cowering away, but she heard something that peaked her interest, "What's that?" she'd never heard of the term before.

"Some kind of special techniques you can learn in Alola, one for each type I think," Nurse Joy shrugged, "Honestly, all I know is you need to go through some trial for each type of one on Alola and get something called a z-crystal to use them, but the attacks are absurdly powerful, that Electivire in there, when it uses Gigavolt Havoc with it, well, I've seen it bring down a Dragonite in a single hit."

"A Dragonite!?" Hilda's eyes widened and she choked. That was absurd! Even the weakest of Dragonite's were absolute monsters. There was a reason the species was one of the few pokemon that were listed under the 'pseudo-legendary' category. They had such incredible in born natural power, without any training at all that only the strongest of trainers could bring one down.

She supposed Jord did get lucky Surge didn't bust such a thing about. Then again, considering how little room to breathe Jord and Pidgeot were giving Surge and Electivire, perhaps he just couldn't get the chance to use it?

'That'll be something to look into in the future.' Hilda thought in interest, before grimacing.

…After she headed back home to help her cousin.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a very proud birds wings to examine." Nurse Joy sighed, slipping passed Hilda and into the room.

The fluffy haired girls eyes drifted passed the nurse to Jord, still trying to coax Golem out of his shell. Despite what he said earlier, she was impressed with the way he took his first loss, and took the blame for it entirely on himself and didn't blame his pokemon at all.

He really did care them all greatly.

Her hand that was in her pocket came out and she opened it up, a small shrunken pokeball in her palm, she stared at it for a moment, before smiling forlornly and turning on her feet and leaving the room for now.

She walked through the halls for a bit, looking for a good place to do what she wanted, even found herself passing by a room with a familiar Electivire curled up under the covers of a bed and shook her head in sympathy.

The poor thing had been traumatized by Pidgeot.

And just a few doors down, she found an empty room which was perfect for what she needed.

She entered the room and closed the door behind her, before lifting the pokeball in her hand and releasing the pokemon within.

In a burst of light, her Snivy appeared before her, eyeing her coolly, arms crossed.

A few months ago, she would have winced at that expression, but she'd long since come to learn that was just how Snivy was.

"Sni?" the little grass type tilted her head to the side in askance.

"I'll be parting ways with Jord soon," she revealed and gave the grass type a small smile when she blinked up her her in surprise, "And I think you'd prefer to stay with him, wouldn't you?" no point beating around the bush, while she was very hesitant to give up a pokemon as rare as Snivy, it was better for her in the long run. And she knew at the very least, Jord would give Snivy what she wanted and take good care of her, just like he did with all his pokemon.

Snivy's eyes widened a bit, before falling back to their usual cool state, "Sni…Snivy." the grass type nodded lightly.

"I just wanted to let you know, that next time you're outside your pokeball, you won't be with me anymore," Hilda sighed sadly and crouched down, sweeping the grass type up into a hug, "I know I'm not the trainer you wanted, but still, I'll miss you."

"Sni…" Snivy sighed, and two vines emerged from her neck to wrap around Hilda and pat her on the back.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, before Hilda gathered herself and separated from the grass type, "This is goodbye for now Snivy," Hilda smiled down at her, "Though, I'll definitely see you a lot in the future I'm sure once I'm done helping Rosa and can track Jord down again."

"Sni!" Snivy smiled back and flashed her a small thumbs up with one of her tiny paws.

And then Hilda returned the grass type to her pokeball and let her shoulders slump. That was hard, really hard, and she had to resist the urge to let tears fall from her eyes.

And she wasn't anywhere near as close with Snivy as she was with her other pokemon. She never wanted to feel what it was like to part with her other pokemon.

She took a deep shuddering breath, before exhaling and leaving the room. And just as he did, she stopped cold just before colliding with Jord who was just walking past.

"Woh!" Jord exclaimed, and she would have fell if his hands didn't shoot out to grab her by the hips to keep her steady, "So there you are, I was wondering where you went off to."

"Just had something to take care of," she smiled at him, "Actually, good timing, I was just coming to get you for something important."

"That right?" Jord raised an eyebrow, "And what's that?" he asked, giving her hips a soft squeeze before letting her go.

A soft shiver ran up her spine at the casual fondness he just grasped her, before she quickly put it out of mind, "Come with me." Hilda said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along behind her.

"How forceful, Me likey." he chuckled at her.

She led him through the halls, out into the trainer lounge where she saw what she needed earlier today.

There at the end of the room, was a trade machine.

"So what's with you dragging me out here?" Jord asked curiously, "Can't say I'm not disappointed, here I thought you were taking me to our room to cheer me up and give me a happy ending to today."

She let go of his hand and raised an eyebrow at him, "Trust me, you're just about to get that happy ending," Hilda replied, "I'm giving you my Snivy."

For a moment, Jord stared at her blankly. Then; "You wot mate?" he asked, deadpan from voice to eyes.

Interesting how he could pull off one of those Galarian accents though so easily.

"You heard me," Hilda rolled her eyes, "Look, you know already I'm not the kind of trainer Snivy needs, and she's totally smitten with you and how you train your pokemon."

"Hmm.." Jord hummed blandly, before crossing his arms and nodding sagely, "Like trainer, like pokemon huh? Is this a proposal?"

"You wish," Hilda snorted, "Snivy wants to get as strong as possible, and you can help her with that. Plus, I can trust her to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't go too crazy without me around. But, if you're gonna look a gift Rapidash in the mouth like this, I suppose I can always find somebody else…"

"So, Snivy and me huh, gotcha!" Jord quickly changed his tune and flashed her a grin, "How do we do this then?"

"Just stick your pokedex in there, the machine will do the rest," Hilda pointed at the left side of the machine where a small slot was open on it, "And I'll use this side." she added, pointing at the right side that had a similar one.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled her pokedex out before slipping it into the slot and taking place at the right side of the machine.

"I only have the app thing." Jord pointed out, pulling out his phone and waving it at her.

"That's fine, that works too." Hilda assured him.

"Bitchin'," Jord's grin widened and he practically skipped over to the other side of the machine and set his phone within it, "Now what?"

"I'll take care of the rest since you aren't giving me anything in return for her." Hilda replied, pulling out Snivy's pokeball and placing it in the compartment on her side of the machine, then reaching up to press a green button above it to confirm her agreement.

A moment later, Snivy's pokeball glowed with bright white light and disappeared into the compartment, appearing on the other side a second later in front of Jord.

And then a ding sound resounded and both her pokedex and his phone slid out of the slots on the trading machine.

"…That's it?" Jord peeked around the side of the machine, staring at her confusedly as he held up Snivy's pokeball.

"Yep, easy isn't it?" she gave him a half smile, "Snivy has officially been transferred to your ownership." she added, and reached around the machine to retrieve her pokedex.

"Huh." Jord uttered, staring at the pokeball in his hand, only for it to suddenly blow bright and be teleported away, "…Oh yeah I have a full party."

'And there she goes.' Hilda sighed internally, before shaking her head. No point getting down in the dumps right now, she still had things to take care of!

She walked around the machine and surprised Jord by grabbing his arm again, "C'mon, I have something else I want to speak to you about." she told him.

"Wait, wait I need to grab my phone!" Jord sputtered in surprise, "Jeez, you're so demanding today Hilda, what's got your panties in a twist?" he asked as he grabbed his phone.

"I'm wearing a thong." she deadpanned at him.

Jord immediately held his arm out to her, "You had me at thong." the younger teen replied with a grin.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his offered arm and brought him along with her. She supposed he would be happy to know their next destination was their room.

"So, is this where you have your wicked way with me?" Jord wiggled his eyebrows as he sat down on the bed closest to the door, bouncing on the mattress. He suddenly grinned and hugged his arms over his chest and hid his face away from her shyly, "Yamate Kudasai Hilda-sama!"

Hilda stared at him blankly, 'Isn't that the whole language Kanto used to speak before everyone switched to the global one?' she wondered blankly.

Where the hell did a literal street rat orphan learn how to speak it, or even know if it? It was a dead language at this point, nobody really used it and was more brought up in history classes back home than anything else.

It showed her, that despite how much she'd learned of this kid in the last few weeks they'd been together, there were still many hidden depths to him.

In a way, it kind of made her happy, and relieved. Knowing there was even more to him, it meant she could be more reassured in that he would be fine without her looking over his shoulder or something to stop him from trying to pick a fist fight with a Rhyperior that bumped into him by mistake or something.

She wouldn't put it passed him, on the way here to Vermillion a Primeape jumping through the trees spilled some berry juice on him and he tried to chase it down and kick its ass…himself…without any of his pokemon before she calmed him down.

"You always have to run your mouth huh?" she snorted.

"What can I say, it's a gift, and one that I have to share with the world," he turned around and grinned at her, "Since I'm so generous and all."

Despite herself, Hilda couldn't help but chuckle, he was a little shit, there was no doubt about it, but he was a funny little shit.

When her amusement cleared, she sighed and sat down beside him, "I'm parting ways with you tomorrow," she said upfront, he was the type to prefer no beating around the bush after all, "I'm heading back home to Unova for a bit."

Jord's eyebrow rose, "Well that sucks," he clicked his tongue, "Did something bad happen?" he asked, sobering his attitude and placing a hand on shoulder comfortingly.

"No, nothing too bad," she lied, "Just some family issues I need to take care of."

"Ah, okay," he nodded, "Do yo need a hand? Can't say I'll be much emotional support, but I can work as muscle if you need it."

"Nah, it's okay." Hilda shook her head and denied, even as gratitude filled her for the offer. She really would rather have him come with her, she'd feel much safer with him around, his rough and tough way of things would be incredibly reliable with what she was going to be dealing with.

But, she couldn't. He was still so young and he was in the middle of his journey right now to secure a good life for himself, she couldn't drag him away from something so important for him and his future prospects, just for her family issues.

Jord eyed her suspiciously for a moment before shrugging, "Well, I'm only a phone call away if you need me, and now that Pidgeotto has evolved, I'll be able to get there quick between him and Fearow if you do." he mused.

"…I'll keep that in mind, thanks." she smiled warmly at him.

For a few moments, they just sat in a comfortable silence, before Jord suddenly groaned and fell onto his back on the bed, "This sucks, I was hoping to get you into a skimpy bikini on the St. Anne soon!"

Hilda sighed and shook her head, same old, same old, "Does your thoughts revolve only around seeing me naked?" she snorted, amused.

"Nope, just fifty percent of them, and not just seeing you naked." he refuted almost instantly.

"You're such a horny little brat," she rolled her eyes, "Well, if you're wanting me that badly..."

She slumped down onto her back herself, bouncing lightly on the mattress and turned to face Jord on her side, and then before he could no doubt come up with some other smart mouthed comment, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.