43 Chapter 43

It was ironic that the remaining side of Hollywood that was actually populated and bustling, was more or less a normal city and not at all dedicated to the cinematic arts.

Was it perhaps then the fact that such a large amount of the city was dedicated to that path that caused it to go under?

Well, not that Jord cared. He just thought it ironic. And funny as fuck.

He proceeded to tell Hilda as such on their way to the Pokemon Center to book a room for the night.

"You just don't appreciate art you uncultured little thug." Hilda stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ooh, scathing," Jord rolled his eyes before smirking, "But I'll have you know, I have a great eye for art and only masterpieces of the highest degree can keep my attention. I'm an art connoisseur even!"

Hilda raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him, "Uh-hu," she crossed her arms and hummed non believingly, "Somehow I don't believe it. But go on humour me, what pieces of art does such a high level art lover like you pay attention to?"

In response, his smirk stretched, becoming even larger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and flipped to his image gallery and selected one of the most recent ones. One he'd snapped a few days ago when they were taking a break from travelling and the sun was absolutely sweltering.

Hilda's eyes widened and her cheeks went red when he held the phone up and showed the image on it. A picture of her sitting down, dripping sweat, so much so her top had went slightly see through and her denim shorts were absolutely moulded to her lovely round backside.

Hilda opened and closed her mouth, looking for all intents and purposes like a goldfish as she tried and failed to find words, "....Why the heck do you have that?" she asked.

"I asked you if I could take the picture remember?" he continued to smirk. He had in fact done do.

Hilda closed her eyes and sighed, "I thought you were joking," she replied, shaking her head. She opened her eyes after a moment and snorted, staring at him with her pretty light blue eyes, "You really are shameless aren't you? I don't know whether to be annoyed that you actually took the picture or flattered that you're comparing me to the greatest pieces of art in the world."

"Can't it be both?" he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly and stored the phone away, "It's been the general line of your reactions since we met."

Her lips twitched up into a smile, "You're really dangerous with shamelessness huh?" Hilda replied and reached over to poke him on the nose, "Give it a few years and you might even pass for a charming little shit."

"Bitch please, you know you want me." Jord stuck his tongue out at her.

"Like a knife in the kidney," she snorted, "Try hitting the normal age for trainers to start and I'll think about giving you a shot."

"You weren't saying that when you offered to let me feel you up to tell you about how I got Milotic to evolve," Jord crossed his arms and retorted smugly, "By time I hit the normal age I'll already at least be an Elite Four Member, possibly even Champion, so the chance to be my girl will probably have passed you by."

Hilda opened her mouth to retort before freezing, ".....I....actually can't refute that," she responded, blinking slowly, "I wanted to travel with you in the first place because I thought you had that potential."

Jord chuckled, "Ah don't get ruffled about it," he replied and gave her a wink, "I'll always have a free space for you and your amazing out of this world ass."

"Just what I always wanted to be loved for my ass and not for who I am," the former Unova movie starlet sighed, "You know how to make a girl feel loved."

"Sorry no can do," he fired back without missing a beat, "Can't do any of that for you until I'm the normal trainer starting age by your own words, please try again in two years."

This body should have turned thirteen not long ago. Though date wise, his actual birthday was November first. Today was October twentieth. He landed in this world on September the twentieth it seemed, a month today.

Hilda blinked, "Wait, two years, I thought you were twelve?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I am, for another eleven days," Jord lied without missing a beat. It was only a tiny little white lie after all, "My birthday is November the first."

Hilda cupped her chin, "Huh, not far off then and considering how far Vermillion is, it's likely we'll still be travelling together on your birthday huh?" she mused thoughtfully.

"A pretty sure bet," he nodded before a thought came to him and he smirked again, "If you're thinking of presents. I'm a big fan of lap dances."

Hilda palmed her forehead, "...Of course you are," she shook her head once again before pausing and lifting her head and smirking right back at him, "You know what, I'll think about it."

"Eh...?" it was Jord's turn to give a slowly blink and give a noise of surprise. He was just joking, he was not expecting that.

Honestly, he just kept up the sex jokes with Hilda because she bantered really well with it and gave him a good laugh. He wasn't actually expecting anything out of her.

A feminine hand landed on his shoulder, "C'mon, let's go grab a room at the Pokemon Center for the next few days before they're all taken." Hilda said and gently tugged him along with her down the street.

Despite the stunning blow his mind took, Jord's mouth as always worked faster than his brain, "...Considering this crap hole of a city, highly unlikely." he commented snidely.