50 Chapter 50

There were many things Hilda could have expected when she returned to the Pokemon Centre after taking in the sights of the, if not flourishing, inhabited side of Hollywood. She honestly wasn't expecting anything though, it was just her returning to the room she shared with her travelling companion after all.

Still, the sight that had her pausing in the door frame as she opened the door to her room was not something she thought she'd actually think of at any point.

The first she saw, was her Snivy. The little serpentine grass type was collapsed in a heap on Hilda's bed, panting deeply and visibly sweating. Like, a lot.

Very odd. But the second thing that drew her gaze was just bizarre. Her travelling companion was laying face down in his bed, completely naked bar a pair of exercise shorts.

And standing at the side of the bed and leaning over him, was his Chansey. The pink egg shaped pokemon was...massaging his back, her arms glowing with a deep pink energy.

"Alright, I'm completely lost," Hilda kicked the door shut behind her and gave the younger teen a bemused look, "What the heck are you doing?"

Snivy looked up at her at the sound of her voice before simply closing her eyes and not paying her much attention. Hilda withheld a wince. Snivy didn't dislike her, but it wasn't like the grass type was greatly fond of her either since what Hilda wanted did not at all match what Snivy wanted.

Chansey paused her massaging to greet her with a little chirp and wave before getting right back to her task of massaging her trainer.

Jord looked at her over his shoulder, "Hello to you too, my day was fine honey, how about yours?" he snarked and she merely raised an eyebrow at him, "It's a massage, what else? I got stressed out when looking into things on the computer while you were away and just couldn't find anything on it despite how simple it was, whined a bit about how I could go for a massage and Chansey popped out of her pokeball to offer me one like the sweetheart she is."

"Well obviously," Hilda rolled her eyes at his reply, idly wondering what annoyed him enough to want a massage of all things, "But I meant, what is this? She's using some kind of attack on you right? And what happened to Snivy?"

"Well I worked out a bit and Snivy was bored so I let her work out with me, she's just not used to such an intense session," Jord replied and Hilda goggled at him a bit. A work out session too intense for her Snivy? Her Snivy that could split a boulder down the middle? "And don't you know? Massaging out muscles after a work out helps the blood flow and shit and helps them grow. Chansey is just helping things along with her Heal Pulse, it feels great by the way."

Hilda's mouth opened and closed a bit, before she just sighed, "Sure, whatever," she just gave up. She made her way over to her bed to sit down and glanced idly at his back as she did, and had to tear her eyes away when she noticed the broadness and muscle in his shoulders. He clearly knew more about working out than her if he had a body like that at his age. It was no wonder he was so confident about hitting on her and other girls, "So what were you looking in to?" she was curious.

Jord sighed and sat up, stopping Chansey in her tracks, but before he responded to Hilda he wrapped his arms around the egg shaped pink pokemon and hugged her tightly, "Thanks a bunch Chansey, you're the best! I love you!" he happily cried.

Chansey giggled happily and hugged him back, patting him on the shoulders. She eased out of his grip after a moment and skipped over to the beside table at the window that was wide open for some reason and touched one of her little pink arms to a pokeball laying on the desk and was promptly sucked inside it.

Jord then turned his attention to her, "Did you know land on the other side of this crap shack of a city is absurdly cheap?" he asked, apparently completely unashamed of his little display of affection with his pokemon, "I was thinking of buying some up, but I couldn't find any mention at all of taxes on the land and how much it would cost."

Hilda blinked, "Huh, thinking of getting property already at your age? You sure are quick on the uptake aren't you?" she mused. She herself hadn't even bought any land for where she'd be setting up her own studio, she hadn't found a good place for it so far, "Though I don't get what you mean. Why the heck are you worried about taxes? I mean sure if you want to connect the land to like the cities water supply or something you'll need to pay tax on it, but if you buy the land it's yours. Why the heck would the league tax you for something you already own? That's just silly."

"...Eh?" Jord's head tilted to the side and he looked completely lost.

Hilda's eyes widened, "Wait, you didn't know!?" she gasped. It really wasn't something worth being shocked over, but this was the first time that she knew of a subject came up that smug little flirt wasn't a complete know it all on.

A grin spread across her face and she sent a smug look his way of her own. It was petty of her, but she needed this!

She would avenge her and Emboar's honour! First on Jord then on that absurd overly arrogant Pidgeotto of his.

"So that's the way it works, huh?" Jord hummed tapping his chin and Hilda's smug look faltered, "Got it, I see how it fits into this picture then."