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HOAES Ch3: The Coming Dark pg2 Returning to Team Forerunner's base, Collin went off to find Alakazam while Gengar stayed at the base with Tamber, who was still clinging to Gengar in her fever, and Gardevior who wanted to help in case Weavile came back to attempt to kidnap Tamber.
"What is it?" Gengar asked.
Gardevior tried to not laugh. "If I may ask. But, why is Tamber clinging to you?"
"~Warm~" Tamber sighed before Gengar could reply.
Hurry up Collin. Gengar thought his face red with blush. It's bad enough that I'm blushing!
Gardevior chuckled and placed a damp cloth on Tamber's forehead.
Tamber shook it off. "Noooo." She whined.
"We need to bring your fever down." Gardevior said trying again but with little success. "Ge
HOAES Ch 3: The Coming Dark "Are you crazy?!" Collon yelled when she saw Tamber with Gengar. "What do you think you're doing hanging around him?! Have you forgotten what he did to you?!"
"Of course I haven't forgotten!" Tamber retorted. "But Gengar's change now! As it turns out, Gengar is-"
Gengar put a hand to cover Tamber's mouth and whispered quietly so that Collon couldn't hear. "Can you please not tell anyone about me being the human." Tamber nodded. "Good." Gengar turned back to Collon and laughed. "Kekeh! Well I better get going. Adios."
"Okay! See you later!" Tamber called waving goodbye. Now to face the music.
"How could you possibly forgive him for what he's done?" Collon said once Gengar was out of an earshot. "He's nothing but a big jerk! No to mention he framed you for being the human from the Ninetales Legend!"
"But he's c
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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