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"Belle," said Mewtwo, voice as flat as a placid puddle. "Why am I pink?"

"No. You are not. I am not participating in any contests. Especially not with bows of any color attached to my personage." He had to speak in short, jolting sentences. It would likely get his point across to Belle that much more quickly.

"Remember that incident at your prom where you make me dance with you?" He kept speaking without pause. It was easy to do with telepathy. "This will be just like that. Only I won't be in disguise, my picture will be plastered in every newspaper and Cracked will wind up writing an article on "The Six Funniest Pokemon Contest Entrants" and I'll be number one on that list. I will become a laughingstock among my brethren. Being pink only heightens the chance of that happening."

Mewtwo leveled a Look at her. She clearly thought that this idea would work. The part about no one taking pictures would if only because her money bought the influence she needed but the rest? Of course he'd be recognized, pink, purple, or eye-blinding lime green he wasn't a Pokemon that people easily forgot. Not without help from some quick memory tweaking anyway.

"I refuse to be seen by the public while pink. I might agree to being in a contest on a whim of the insanity that catches whenever you start plotting but I will not be pink," he added on quickly, "or wear bows. A scarf. I'll capitulate to a scarf."

"You signed me up for a contest before you even did this to me?" The tone in the psychic's voice was flat but held a note of alarm. "Get your Gardevoir to do this."

OOC: Other people can join this. IDK what they'd be doing there but yeah.

A sudden flash of light rebounded throughout the room, followed by a sound suspiciously like that of a camera. "Oh hi there Mewtwo, Belle" Dante said casually as he strolled into the room, digital camera in hand. His face was a mask of indifference, as though he was at a business conference and not simply walking in on a Legendary Pokemon and a trainer. "The pink looks good on you, by the way. Very in. Very suave. I'm impressed."

A second later, Dante's composure finally cracked and the man fell to his knees laughing. "For Arceus's sake Mewtwo, how did she get you to agree with this?" he managed to gasp out. "You look ridiculous!"

Belle blinked at the sudden flash of light, whirling around to try and find the source. Dante. She instantly protested, whining, "I wasn't even looking, that's gonna be totally ugly, and I didn't even brush his fur right." Never mind that she might not have been in the image - that didn't matter. "Hello, Dante," she huffed, almost as an afterthought. She smiled brightly at him at his response to Mewtwo's new fur. Well, at least someone had some sense. Naturally, the moment was ruined. Now, she fixed him with a cold glare, unwilling to let anyone insult her baby. "No pictures of Snugglepuss. He's very sensitive right now, and you shouldn't be mean to him. Next, I'm putting dye in your shampoo, see how you like the teasing."

At Mewtwo's question, she glanced back at him and said, back to a cheerful tone, "Why, Pinkin berries, of course! You did seem to like those smoothies, didn't you? I heard no complaints."

"Oh come on, Belle," Dante protested. "I'm not being mean, I'm just cataloging a valuable experience during your trainer journey. Participating in a beauty contest is a big deal." While talking, the Gym Leader slipped the SD card from the camera, stowing it carefully away in a back pocket. It wasn't like Mewtwo had a Facebook account to check anyways, and the picture was too good to NOT share with the world. "Where on earth did you ever find the Pinkin berries?" he asked next. "Those aren't exactly common."