"Yadong..." Slowpoke lay on the hotel floor with its pink ears curled together, exuding the air of a philosopher. Its tail swished as it idly ate specially made Pokéblocks that had gone through over thirty processing steps—a single meal cost enough to feed Dian for five days. As the saying went, "Eating better than people and going to bed earlier."
As for why it ate with its tail instead of using Psychic powers, Slowpoke naturally had its reasons... Its tail occasionally secreted a mysterious, sweet fluid. Though it had little nutritional value, it tasted like happiness. Dian called it "slow juice," and absolutely refused to put any in his mouth.
It suddenly propped itself up and glanced at the shooting star outside the window. After a moment's hesitation, it decided not to wake the Trainer sleeping on the bed—if it woke him and the shooting star was gone... how would it explain?
Misdreavus had been lazily fiddling with the Pokémon Pokédex, browsing posts out of boredom. She had already noticed the sight outside the window... Or rather, the instant a little light appeared outside, posts had appeared online almost simultaneously.
[We're doomed! An ominous star has fallen from the sky! Aliens are invading!]
She rubbed her bloated belly and rolled her eyes. Just aliens, right? Come on, then, if you dare. Let's see who attacks whom. As if a ghost would be afraid of living things.
Lady Misdreavus lazily rolled over, tucked the blanket over the three on the bed and herself, then yawned, ready for a little nap.
Honestly, she missed Meloetta a little. Of those who could play with her at roughly her level, only Meloetta had acceptable looks.
Her own Trainer's looks were passable, but his skill level was utterly pathetic... They used moves to play games,