"What's this? An invitation to a place called the Battle Spire?" Seb frowned. "Who am I kidding? I've heard of it, because I know where Celeste is at all times of the day."
"Stalker," Gabe teased. "No wonder that so-called 'invitation' doesn't sound like one."
"Yeah. I normally get letters beginning with Greetings Trainer! but I've never gotten one that started off with Greetings Dickhead! I didn't know such words were in my precious Celeste's vocabulary," the man agreed. "Guess all those world travels paid off. I'm such an accomplished trainer that she can't ignore me anymore. That woman has way too much pride, and someone should make her swallow it."
"Whoa, did she scribble this furious message herself? That is so tsundere," gasped the Gardevoir. "I think she wants your bulge."
"Well I'm gonna ram it down her throat," Seb resolved. "And by 'it,' I mean her pride."
"Stalker," Gabe teased. "No wonder that so-called 'invitation' doesn't sound like one."
"Yeah. I normally get letters beginning with Greetings Trainer! but I've never gotten one that started off with Greetings Dickhead! I didn't know such words were in my precious Celeste's vocabulary," the man agreed. "Guess all those world travels paid off. I'm such an accomplished trainer that she can't ignore me anymore. That woman has way too much pride, and someone should make her swallow it."
"Whoa, did she scribble this furious message herself? That is so tsundere," gasped the Gardevoir. "I think she wants your bulge."
"Well I'm gonna ram it down her throat," Seb resolved. "And by 'it,' I mean her pride."
