Clear as birdsong, lilting as the chime of silver bells.
That familiar voice instantly put Dian's heart at ease.
"No, only with you."
He shook his head at Misdreavus. "Misdreavus, she's someone I know. Jumpluff should have told you about her."
"Mis."
Misdreavus nodded in understanding, then floated back onto Dian's head and continued watching their surroundings for any sudden attacks.
"So cute!"
The purple-haired girl immediately threw herself at them, not caring in the slightest about the distinction between boys and girls. Or rather, all she could see at that moment was Misdreavus, whose cuteness was off the charts.
Muttering to itself, the Slowbro that had blocked Mean Look with Confusion followed leisurely on feet it still wasn't quite used to.
It swished the spiked spiral shell on its tail. Heavy. So damn heavy. Humans were all liars, just like Sudowoodo.
But it really was strange. Before fishing up this stupid shellfish, it had weighed itself: the standard Slowpoke weight of 36.0000 kg, precise to four zeros after the decimal point. A perfectly proportioned Pokémon.
So when an aristocratic bachelor among Slowpoke like itself evolved, it absolutely had to pair with an elegant, unattached female Shellder whose weight was exactly 4.0000 kg. There had to be four digits after the decimal point!
Only such a beauty among Shellder was worthy of biting its delicate, aristocratic little tail.
As for biting its head? Wouldn't that put the female on top and the male underneath? Outrageous.
Look, it had agonized over every detail, so why had its weight after evolution been 78.5001 kg instead of 78.5000 kg?!
Where had that 0.0001 come from?
Didn't that mean it had gone straight from the highest nobility among Slowpoke to a greasy, middle-aged hippo among Slowbro?
"Bro... bro... bro..."
None of Slowbro's rich inner