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Ahh, how long had it been? Forever and a day? Possibly. No, reader, I am not referring to Sorano's flexing which was subtly hinted in the main thread. No -- I mean since Sorano had finally brushed his teeth. The minty sent of au de Magikarp wafted out of his mouth, a combination of smells that made his dear Flareon partner turn his nose up in disgust.

The not-quite-famous duo were making their way to the gym. Sorano desperately needed to work on his flexing -- those muscles weren't just for show. They were for showing off, especially to the ladies that claimed reign in TRHQ. As the two entered into the confines of a glutton's worst nightmare, they were surprised they were not alone. Someone else was also up at that hour. To Never's utter contentment, it was a girlie with doobies.

Yet, this girlie was was someone both of them met when they took up their alibis as Serena and Eva. Sorano doubted he would be recognized, so he stalked off to a corner to observe from afar. All the while, Never was wiggling his non-existent eyebrows that was yet to be seen in Sugimori's official Pokemon illustration. Sorano blanched with a laugh.

As if the official scepter for a muscle masterpiece, a used barbell sat in the middle of the weights section of the gym. Sorano clapped his hands together as Never set off to curl up under a rest bench and sleep. One hand clasped the side of the barbell than the other. Oh so very magnificently, muscles beneath the pasty marble of skin smoothed as they strained to lift the exercise equipment. Sorano drew in a sharp breath and let go of the barbell quickly. Ah, he was just still sleepy . . . is all. With a couple of hindu squats to wake his senses, he tried again and came to no avail. Blast! He will get this!

A couple more hindu squats, a twist of the hip -- here we go. He drew up his strength and began to actually lift the barbell. However, do note his features were turning a lovely shade of purple. Muscles and veins bulged through his skin as he raised the barbell over his head, face now blue. As he did so, he fell backwards in some sort of cartoon-esque move to make a young child laugh.

" 'elp!" he cried helplessly.

And that was only number one.

Having felt as though he gave himself an inguinal hernia, falling on his back, straining his arm muscles and feeling like a complete idiot, Sorano was not okay. Never was busy laughing up a storm under the rest bench, only tacking on the 'complete idiot' aspect. Sorano groaned with a low moan and picked himself up to a rather jagged sitting stance.

"Ah, Arceus, I be okays." he said to the woman's chest. "I'll be fine soonish, lemme jus' sit 'ere an' stare, err, catch me breath. Yea . . . catch . . . me . . . breath . . . Oh Arceus."

Never rolled his eyes casually and trotted over. He curled about the female's leg like a skittish neko-chan, cooing out a small "Flare~" at her in utter cuteness. This was the best he could do to prevent his owner from getting caught. Who knows? Maybe having the female avert her eyes might give the grunt time to catch he was totally going camping. Also known as, pitching a tent.

Invitation were hardly offered so innocently to the Flareon, so at once he flopped in the woman's lap back first with his belly towards her for any rubbings. Ah, the only people to give a good belly rub besides his owner was all the girlies he seemed to meet. Which were quite a lot. Even for a complete idiot, he seemed to be an utter chick magnet. Now if he just had luck with those girlies, than it'd be something different.

Squinted eyes gave a side glance to the death glaring Pikachu. If it wasn't so cute, Soranot truly would have been scared out of his puny little mind. He gave the Pikachu a half-assed smile and turned to the chest, er, face of his owner and nodded his head.

"Ah, yer too kind, girlie." he said. "But I's gonna be 'kay, 'romise. Ya can return ta what ya been doin', err, ya's has a name, yes? Me names Sorano, Sorano Dinkley, nice ta meet'cha."

Female humans really were suckers for cute stuff, huh? Another coo, a butt wiggle, a leg stretch and he was in a paradise found. She could stay here for a few hours, Never would like that very much. Very much indeedly. Indeedly do.

Sorano smiled. Why did her name remind him of a song about beaches and girls with sun-kissed skin? It was certainly a mystery -- Sorano does not recall ever hearing such a song before. Squinted eyes turned back to the Pikachu and with that an extended hand to give the lemon and cyan blended Pikachu a pat on the noggin. It seemed tense.

"Pleased ta meet'cha Cal!" he said to her chest, again. "Ya too, Skye. Yer a feisty lil' one, huh?" A small hesitation, that slight twist of dejection taking him back a bit. "Y-Yer welcome ta, um, stay fer 'is sake at leas'. I be sure he 'ill 'ppreciate it an' all."

If Sorano was gifted with the ultimate power of laser vision, his eyes probably would have burned two holes through her chest by now. With his concentration taken by them items that make a female well, a female, he nearly disregarded the shock. However, it traveled up his arm like a zigzagging Ekans towards its Pidgey prey to the course of his entire body. Sorano nearly felt his eyes jut out of his skull and his hair stand on end. Unfortunately, his beloved hair could not stand the sudden contact to electricity. It *poofed!* into an afro as soon as everything was over. Now, not only did he smell of minty Magikarp, but burnt-to-a-crisp hair too. Ew.

With a flump to the ground, Sorano breathed heavily. "Tha's some Pika pika ya gots there." he said in a daze. Never just laughed. Ahh, this was fun.

As Never was placed gently to the floor, he withheld a satisfying chuckle that wished to break through the seams of his lips. Rather, he squeezed his eyes shut and repressed the laugh. This was truly cruel torture.

Sorano blanched and felt his features redden. Ah, embarrassment was written clearly all over his face huh? Reaching up a square hand towards the other, Sorano clasped his fingers tightly and pulled himself up to a standing posture. He sighed inwardly and retracted his hand to pump down his frizzed hair. Gosh, this really sucked.

W-What?

Had his ears deceived him?

WHAT?

It took his brain a couple of minutes to register what had just been said. H-Had Jirachi finally heard his forever wanted wish? H-Had Arceus shined his g-glorious light upon him and graced him with a wondrous dash of luck? First that chick named Lilith now this girlie? He was getting more women that his best bud Vamoose . . . oh damn, he had to tell Moose about this. He was totally going to tell Moose about this.

"Ah, um." At once, Sorano felt his dry go throat. I mean, throat go dry. "I-I LOVES woulds ums too?"

Heck, even he was mixing up his words.