Pocket Monster University

Faye

The door opened and there was a shirtless, sweaty, nervous young Trainer doing his very best to appear calm. “Well, hello there. I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Terry. What can I do for you?”

Adorable!

From what I’d heard, I’d thought that this infamous Terry would be taller. Or at least not so skinny. Really, the only word that came to mind for him was “pretty”. I was still one hundred percent playing for the other team, but if I had to switch for a night, I could do worse.

But really? This was what Ben had been so worked up about? I let myself into Terry’s apartment “So these are the second-year digs? Damn. Not bad, not bad…”

I let my eyes roam across the furniture and decorations. Compared to the first-year dorms, it was a big step up. Very nearly as big and with no roommates to share it with other than the members of your Harem. I couldn’t wait to move into one myself. After a few seconds, though, I turned back towards him, “Hey there, Terry. I’m Faye. And I’m glad you asked.” With a flourish, I produced a pokeball out of my technomagic pocket, then kept it balanced on the tip of my finger, held up perfectly vertically between our eyes. “How about the two of us make a trade?”