Morning. ☠🐲 💝🐻
Baimu woke naturally and turned to look at Mawile, who slept peacefully with a plush toy in her arms.
"Sleeping like a log..."
They had talked until after ten the night before. They had even borrowed the Pokémon Center's kitchen to make a late-night snack, and Mawile had finally gotten her wish to watch an evening TV show with May.
The two had struck up an unlikely friendship.
As for Piplup's affections, Mawile had done as Baimu had quietly asked. Though he kept trying to win her over, she made her refusal clear.
That should have been the end of it—
But according to what their undercover reporter Porygon2 had coaxed out of him, the lovestruck Little Penguin hadn't given up at all. His open crush had simply become a secret one.
Unless a lover of Mawile's suddenly appeared, as one had in the anime, Piplup probably wouldn't give up so easily.
Still, Baimu had no intention of getting more involved.
He barely knew Dawn, after all. Once the Wallace Cup and the Hoenn Grand Festival were over, they would have even fewer chances to meet.
Piplup's love was destined to go nowhere, just like Buneary's love for Pikachu.
"Mmm—"
Baimu stretched. After a quick wash, he was about to ask to use the kitchen, only to find that the Old Butler, Sebastian, had already arranged everything.
"Good morning, Mr. Baimu. My master has been waiting for you in the dining room."
Sebastian had also opened the door for him when he returned last night. Making an elderly man stay up to wait for him had been rather embarrassing.
The Old Butler had been understanding. The Wallace Cup was one of Sootopolis City's rare grand events, he'd said, so it was only natural for a young man