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*****Chapter XVII: Pursuit*****

SEARCH FOR MISSING PHYSICIST CALLED OFF

-Sederan Herald Sunday Edition, May 28, 2000, page B16

*****
With less on the mind, Mauville City would have looked brilliant, a glimmering beacon of light and activity against the dark stillness of the Hoenn night. As it was, Ivan felt a knot in his gut as his eyes drifted northeast, towards another cluster of pinpricks of lights.
“What are they going to do, kill us?” Victor asked, idly swirling his martini glass.
“I’m sorry, could you say that a little louder? You can never shut up when you drink.”
“Everything turned out fine. We’ll take our lumps and get right back to it. We’re the only ones that know Sedera anymore, they can’t exactly take us out of action.”
“You don’t know the kind of lashing they can dish out, clearly.”
“Oh, and you do? What did they do to you, boy scout?”
Ivan took Victor’s martini glass without any resistance and set it on his own tray. “Not to me. I’ve only seen what they can do. They won’t kill us, or anything like that. But if you fuck up badly enough, they’ll promote you right into a war zone. They could dump us into a clusterfuck like Sinnoh, or reassign us to another country entirely, or…”
Victor’s snores broke him out of his panic. Ivan sighed and turned back to the window, downing the rest of Victor’s martini as the plane began its descent.

*****
Mightyena bounded up and tackled Jason as soon as they were out of the police station, licking wildly at his neck while her tail wagged madly, thumping against Mira’s leg.
“Okay, okay,” Jason said, scratching behind her ears. “I missed you too, girl. Now come on, we have to go get the others. We’ll have to hoof it hard to get down there by nightfall.”
“Is Route 309 even open yet?” Mira asked, trailing along just behind Jason, Kirlia and Zangoose in tow. “I remember seeing on the news that it was closed after we fell in.”
“Can’t imagine it wouldn’t be, it’s a main thoroughfare. Part of the rubble had to have come down on the road above the footpath, they definitely would have cleared that, so I can’t imagine they’d leave the pedestrian walkway unfixed.”
“True. There was a lot more damage to the footpath from what I saw, though.”
“Well, we’ll see when we get there.”
They were not far from the southern border of the city, and when they crossed the demarcation line onto Route 309 most signs of civilization ended suddenly; the footpath was paved, a low fence stood between them and the desert, and a four-lane highway ran north to south above and to their left. Other than that, there was little in the way of the trappings of modern society.
Jason walked at a brisk clip with Mightyena trotting at his side, with Mira behind them and Zangoose and Kirlia behind her. They did their best to keep up, but their legs were considerably shorter, and Kirlia had been out all day. Eventually she returned to her Pokéball, while Zangoose dropped to all fours to keep pace. Occasionally he would dart up and harry Mightyena, making a game of it with her. He would weave between her legs until he was close enough to brush his tail in her muzzle, and she would chase him back to the rear before taking up the van with Jason again.
“How far are we going?” Mightyena asked, speeding up to a canter as Jason pressed on.
“When the desert ends, we take a right,” Jason said. “That’ll bring us towards Geshrude City, but we won’t be going that far. The signal I’m getting looks closer to the Forlone Jungle than the capital. So that’s where we’ll go.”
“Hey,” Mira called out, pointing forward. “They did clear it.”
They slowed their pace until they stopped at the impact site where the mountaintop had been brought down on them. There was still debris on the side of the trail, and the asphalt was badly cracked. The neat metal fence keeping them from walking into the desert had not been repaired, and where it had been sheared away in the collapse there was yellow caution tape crisscrossed between the points where it had broken.
“That was really quick,” Jason said, kicking at the ground where he had stood only a few days prior. “Glad we don’t have to go around.”
“So I’m wondering,” Mira began as they started down the road again, “What’s the plan here?”
“Get my things back, go north again.”
“I know that’s the basic outline, but I didn’t know if there were any details in there. Like…how are you going to get your things back?”
“Quickly. With a minimum of diplomacy.”
“Violently, then. Got it.”
“That’s entirely up to whoever took my stuff.”
Mira nodded and yelped as Zangoose scampered up her leg to escape from Mightyena. His claws dug too deep and drew blood as he anchored himself on her abdomen, leaving several spots of blood trickling down her legs and onto her shorts from her shirt.
“Ah, fucking hell, Zangoose!” Mira swatted at him and he jumped away, scampering ahead before circling back around when he realized they weren’t chasing him. Mira was doubled over, one hand clutching her stomach, the other smearing the blood on her legs as she tried to keep her balance.
“Get scarce, furball,” Jason said, staring daggers at Zangoose. He stood stock still, defiant, but Jason tapped the Mira’s Pokénav on her belt and he disappeared in a flash of red light. “Come on, come over here to the side of the road, I’ll get you fixed up.”
Mira took her hand off her leg and slipped it over Jason’s arm. She gasped when she looked down and saw the dark fabric of her tank top stained by a growing blotch of red around her midriff. Jason laid her down against the cliff wall while Mightyena stood sentry on the road.
“Don’t touch it anymore, I’ve got to disinfect it,” Jason said, removing her backpack and taking the first aid kit out of the main pocket. He patted her on the knee while he pulled out the disinfectant and opened the nozzle. “Hold still, this’ll sting. I’ll do your legs first, okay?”
Mira nodded and dug her fingers into the dirt as Jason sprayed the disinfectant over the cuts on her legs. He took a cotton pad and patted away the blood, and began dressing the cuts with gauze.
“Stupid little mongrel,” Mira said, pressing her hand against one of the bandages. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Your voice cracked a little,” Jason said, taking out the disinfectant again. “I need to lift your shirt up to clean these cuts.”
She flushed red, clamped her mouth shut, and lifted her tank top up to her bra, exposing the cuts on her stomach. Jason had to wait for her to stop writhing between disinfecting and wiping away the blood.
“I think I have to do a full sarashi, lean forward a bit.”
Mira inched away from the cliff wall and bent herself towards the road while Jason unrolled more gauze. She winced and tried to keep tears from rolling down her cheek when she felt a hand on her arm.
“It’s okay, I’m almost done. It’ll stop hurting in a minute.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” she murmured, her voice back up to its normal pitch. “I just—fucking Zangoose.”
“He was just running from Mightyena.” Jason turned back to his wolf while he was fastening the gauze. “Don’t go chasing Zangoose anymore. Or anything with claws than can climb, for that matter.”
She barked and trotted over, licking Mira’s face in apology. Mira scratched her behind the ear and got a cheek nuzzling as thanks. Jason tied off the last section of gauze and rolled her shirt back down.
“Got anything else to wear? This one’s pretty well shredded.”
“Yeah, in my bag. Help me off with this, will you?”
Jason gently pulled her shirt over her head and fished another black tank top from her backpack. She wriggled into it as best she could and got herself to her feet.
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Jason said, handing her backpack to her. Mightyena began nudging them back onto the road.
Mira pressed her hand to her stomach as they started walking again. “My voice doesn’t usually do that, you know.”
“It’s fine, let’s just keep going.”
Mira dipped her head and became very interested in the browser on her Pokénav. She tensed up every time she felt Jason look back at her and quietly deflected all his attempts at conversation. Eventually he stopped trying to talk with her, but she still looked morose when he glanced at her. Jason took out Gardevoir’s Pokéball and made sure the sensory perception was on before whispering into the microphone array.
“Something’s bugging Mira, can you try cheering her up? Spend some girl time with her or something? I hate to see her all mopey like this.”
He pulled back the release clasp and Gardevoir popped out, drifting back slowly until he was even with Mira.
‘You’re upset.’
“How could you tell?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm that flew right over Gardevoir’s head.
‘It’s kind of my thing…you’re radiating it right now. Can I help?’
“Not really. Not unless you can teach me how to speak mentally like you can.”
‘Oh, I can do that! Non-psychics wouldn’t be able to hear you, but Athene and I could. Do you want me to start teaching you now?’
Mira slipped her Pokénav back into its mount on her wrist. “Just you two, huh? No one else?”
‘Not unless they were psychic. I guess if a powerful psychic was around they could instantly relay it, but I couldn’t do that. Athene certainly couldn’t. And I don’t think it’s very common for humans.’
“It’s not.” She took Gardevoir’s hand and looked up at the wispy creature. “Okay, teach me.”
Occasionally Jason would glance back at Mira and Gardevoir as the day went on, but all he could see was Mira’s face screwed up in concentration. She was no longer moping, though, and that put a small smile on his face. He scratched the underside of Mightyena’s muzzle as they walked on.

*****
“I still think you’re worrying over nothing.”
“Easy for you—oh, fuck me.”
Ivan and Victor walked into a low, dim antechamber and saw their welcoming party. A tall, svelte woman in tight black clothing stood waiting for them, glaring out of the one gray eye they could see and tapping her foot. Her other eye was hidden behind a long flow of pale blonde hair that reached down past her knees. Small black baubles in the shape of teardrops hung in her hair.
“Hi sis,” Ivan said, wringing his hands.
“Save it,” she said through a smooth Russian accent. Her mouth tightened into a thin line.
“Hello Cynthia,” Victor said, trying not to smile as Ivan crumbled under his sister’s gaze.
“Victor. They’re ready for you two inside. Don’t keep them waiting.”
Cynthia turned on her heel and left, motioning towards a large pair of heavy oaken doors on the right side of the room. They started across the antechamber, suddenly moving very slowly.
“How come she got the accent and you didn’t?” Victor asked.
“She’s five years older than me. She grew up on the Kuril Islands, I was just born when the Soviets bombed it to hell and we had to leave for Sinnoh. I never had the chance to pick it up.”
“I didn’t know you were from there.”
“I was born ten days before the shelling started, my birth certificate’s the only Russian thing about me. Come on, let’s get this over with.”
They pushed the heavy doors aside and made their way into a dark, circular chamber. In the middle of the room was a small raised dais illuminated by a beam of light from the ceiling. On the far side of the room was a semicircular table carved from marble. They could see nine silhouettes moving on the far side of the table, but no details. Ivan and Victor stepped onto the dais.
“What happened?” asked one of the shadowy figures near the middle of the table.
“Dragonite got overexcited,” Ivan said. “He saw the opponents he was up against and…went off.”
Victor folded his arms. “We didn’t compromise our cover, we followed the usual procedure.”
“Is it standard procedure to knock two children into the desert and cost one part of his arm?” another figure, a woman, asked. “Kara Sato’s son, if I read the docket correctly.”
Ivan gritted his teeth and thumbed one of his belt loops. “That was regrettable. Injuring them was never our goal—”
“Did you happen to notice the words carved into the door when you came in? They’ve been there a while, you know.”
Ivan fell back into silence.
“We’re not here to crucify them,” a man in the middle of the table said. “I’m sure Cynthia’s done quite enough of that already and I doubt she’s done. Both of you, in my chambers. Now. Roxanne, finish the meeting.”
Ivan and Victor slinked off the dais and out of the room the way they came, ducking into the next room on their right, a small, richly-appointed office with another door that led to the other side of the circular chamber. The knob turned and an older man with short, silvered hair stepped in, a vein throbbing in his temple.
“Sit,” he said, and they shot into the chairs in front of the desk facing them. The man went to a shelf behind his desk and poured himself a drink. He settled into his chair, trying to catch their gaze, but both Ivan and Victor were very intently focused on the ground.
“If only one of those children had been mixed up with us, I might have looked the other way,” he said in deep received pronunciation, setting his glass on his desk. “As it is, it was Kara Sato’s son and Swath’s cousin. You didn’t have the good fortune to know the woman, may she rest in peace. If she were she still alive, Cynthia would be the least of your concerns. The day will come when you’ll both have answer for this, but not today. You’re the only active Sederan field agents left. Assuming you haven’t heard anything?”
“Nothing, sir,” Ivan said.
He nodded slowly. “I figured as much. Ivan, I’ve spoken to Claude. You have command of all the Sederan Solon until this business is resolved. And it will be resolved swiftly, with a minimum of exposure and collateral damage.”
There was a very gravid pause. “We’ve let those relics sit in their caves for far too long. I want them brought back here. All of them. The Gems, the Pendants, the Heart and Soul, the whole bloody lot. I want them where they can be controlled and kept safe.”
“We don’t know where the Flame Pendant is,” Victor said. “The shrine burned down almost twenty years ago. We’d hardly even be able to get to the others, one’s in the jungle and the other is on the Unovan border.”
“If you feel you’re not up to the task, I’d be happy to expand your little dyad to the size it was always meant to be.”
“Vincent, no,” Ivan began.
“Cynthia will find the Pendants, you’ll find the Gems. You’ll barely have to cross paths. She just finished her last assignment and was asking for another. You can consider this your interim punishment. Wait outside. I’ll brief her and you three can catch a red-eye back to Sedera.”
Ivan started to protest, but Victor took his arm and shook his head. They left the office as Vincent took his phone and began to dial. A few moments later as they were sitting on the floor, Cynthia strode past them and into the office. It was only two minutes before she slipped back into the antechamber muttering curses in Russian under her breath.
“I guess we have a flight,” she said curtly, walking off without waiting for them. Ivan pushed himself to his feet and went after her, with Victor close behind.
“In case Vincent didn’t tell you before you stormed out, he put me in charge of the Sederan agents,” he said.
“Then I’m lucky I’m not a Sederan agent, Vanya,” Cynthia said, never breaking stride. “I’m doing this as a favor to Vincent. I won’t bother you and you won’t bother me, understand?”
He knew there was little use arguing with her. “Fine, fine. Let’s go.”

*****
“I still think we could’ve kept going,” Jason said, unhooking the tent from his bag.
‘We were all tired, even you.’ Gardevoir began clearing a space for the tent a short distance from the fire pit Mira was putting together. ‘We’ll all feel much better in the morning. Look at Mightyena, she’s exhausted.’
Mightyena lay on her side beside Mira, tongue hanging lazily out of her mouth. Whenever Mira brushed against her paws she would yelp and roll away.
“Yeah, looks like her dogs are barking.”
All he got for his joke was a blank stare from Gardevoir. ‘What?’
“Nothing. I forgot you don’t have a good grasp on humor. So what were you two talking about all afternoon? It looked engrossing.”
‘Just some lessons for thought-talk. She was interested and it’s one of the few things I know about that you two don’t.’
“How’d she do?” Jason asked.
Gardevoir sucked some air through his teeth. ‘Well…a few more lessons might be a good idea. I’m going to help Mira, she shouldn’t be doing that alone in her condition. She shouldn’t be doing it at all, really,’ he said pointedly.
“I patched her up hours ago, she’s fine. Besides, I agreed to gather the firewood and set up her tent, too.”
Gardevoir shrugged and flitted over to the fire pit to arrange the logs they were to sit on. When Jason had finished setting up both tents he went over to the fire pit.
“Can I borrow Regirock to rip out a tree?” he asked. “I could use you too, Gardevoir.”
Mira nodded and motioned to her backpack against one of the logs. Jason opened the side pocket and released one of the Pokéballs, but it was Kirlia. She rubbed her eyes and took stock of her new surroundings.
‘Hello,’ she said through a yawn.
“Oh, sorry honey, I was looking for Regirock, I must’ve grabbed your Pokéball by mistake. No reason not to stay out now, though.”
‘Okay!’
Jason eventually found Regirock’s Pokéball and let it out. Regirock kicked at the ground a bit, shaking all of them.
“Come on rocky, we need a tree,” Jason said, walking out of the clearing with Gardevoir. Regirock lumbered behind them, pausing when Jason pointed out a smaller tree. It went up to the tree’s base, wrapped its arms around the trunk, and wrenched it from side to side until it came out of the ground, roots and all. Regirock dropped it and the forest shivered.
‘We can’t bring it back like this,’ Gardevoir said.
“You have a way to cut it down to size, don’t you? Arm blades?”
He frowned. ‘C-can’t I just cut them with blasts?’
“That won’t overexert you?”
Gardevoir started firing off psychic blasts honed with cutting edges, trimming the large tree into smaller, more manageable chunks. When half the tree was cut down he stumbled as he was moving to the other half. Blood began trickling from his nostrils as he stood up.
“Stop stop stop,” Jason said, running over to him. “Did you hit yourself or something?”
‘What?’
“Your nose is bleeding. Pretty badly.”
‘Oh…psy glands must’ve hemorrhaged. I guess I did overexert myself. Stupid, stupid…’
Jason stood by while he wiped the blood away. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want to shift. I—I hate it.’
“It’s okay.” He gave his sniffling Pokémon a hug. “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got enough firewood here, Regirock and I will cart it back. You go ahead and get yourself cleaned up.”
Gardevoir nodded and walked off while Jason began picking up sections of firewood and placing them in Regirock’s arms. The bleeding had stopped, and a bright red blotch had formed above his lips.
‘Not going to shift,’ he mumbled, stuffing his hands between the pleats of his gown. ‘I’m a Gardevoir, not a Gallade. I’m not a fucking Gallade.’
He found the camp again. The fire pit was assembled, waiting for fuel, and Mira had Mightyena on her back, enjoying a rare tummy rub. Her tail wagged madly as Mira’s hand went up and down her belly.
“Aww, you’re just a big softie, aren’t you?” Mira asked, tickling her slightly. “Ah—what happened to your nose, Gardevoir?”
‘I tried to do too much, too fast,’ he said. ‘Do you have a tissue or napkin I could clean this up with?’
“Yeah, hold on.”
Mira went over to her backpack and rooted around one of the front compartments one-handed, her other hand pressed to her still-bandaged stomach. Eventually she pulled out a small absorbent pad and handed it to Gardevoir, who dabbed it under his nose until most of the red was gone. Mira helped clean off the rest.
‘Why does he want me to be a Gallade? Do I look male to you?’
Mira paused, the cloth just an inch from her face. “We’re not the same species, I don’t feel like I’d be the best judge of that. But going by your tone, I’d guess…no?”
‘I never wanted that stupid Dawn Stone to touch me. I would have blown it to bits if I knew it was there.’
Mira listened while Gardevoir went on, until a low rumbling cut their conversation short. Regirock stepped back into the campground, dozens of sections of tree in its hands. Jason, in contrast, had only a pair of logs under his arms.
“Someone order some firewood?” he asked, setting the wood down outside the ring of tree stump seats. Regirock dropped everything at once, making a mighty din of itself. Mightyena yelped and jumped to her feet.
“Easy there,” Mira said, going back over to the fire pit. She covered the kindling she had picked up in a bit of lighter fluid and set it with a match. “Can you get the tins from my bag, Jason? And a couple of packs for Sharpedo and Zangoose.”
He opened her backpack and retrieved several tins of food, along with a pair of food packs meant for direct transmission into a Pokéball. Jason started opening the tins while Mira assembled the grill and set it over the fire pit. Gardevoir released Sirexi and Staravia, who settled in a tree nearby, looking for Rufflet.
“Oh, I think this is one too many,” Mira said.
“It’s eight plus us.”
“Yeah, but…Lucario and Rufflet aren’t here.”
Jason’s face dropped. “Right. Wish I hadn’t opened it already.”
“It’s okay, we’ll all have a little extra.”
Mira minded the food over the fire while Jason loaded the food packs into Sharpedo and Zangoose’s Pokéballs. Zangoose’s Pokéball rattled as he did, but he stuffed it back into its compartment and went to sit by the fire. Mightyena trotted over to him, set her head on his lap, and eyed dinner on the fire. Her tongue flopped lazily out when he began scratching behind her ear.
“Okay, these should be about done,” Mira said, taking a tin off the grill with a gloved hand and dropping the contents onto a plate. Jason had to hold Mightyena by the scruff to keep her from leaping over the fire at the food.
“Let it cool first, you dumb wolf,” Jason said, letting go of her only when she sat obediently beside him. “Can we give the first plate to Cujo here? She’s going to burn herself trying to get at it.”
Mira passed the plate to Sirexi, who gave it to Jason after picking off a piece of beef. He quickly blew on it, ignoring Mightyena’s whines of protest, before setting it down in front of her. As soon as his hand was out of the way her muzzle was pressed against the plate, inhaling the remaining food. The others watched with morbid fascination and then, as soon as she had started, the food was gone and her tongue lapped at her nose, licking at whatever sauce was left there.
“Good thing we made extra,” Mira said, doling out the rest. Sirexi and Staravia got their food next, Gardevoir and Kirlia shared a plate, and Jason and Mira split what was left. The campsite was quiet but for the crackle of the fire and Mightyena’s whining.
“You had yours,” Sirexi said, inching away from her teammate.
Mightyena looked longingly at the meat on her plate. “You ate one of my pieces.”
“How can you tell? You inhaled it all.”
“Come on, one little piece.”
Sirexi’s eyes flashed, and something resembling a smile crept across her beak. She picked up a section of beef between her talons and held it tauntingly over her head. “Beg for it.”
Mightyena growled, her tail slowing to a standstill. “I don’t beg.”
“Then you’re not getting this,” she said, hanging the meat precariously over her open mouth. From what the others could see of her plate, only vegetables and noodles were left. Jason leaned forward and watched with interest.
Sirexi looked down at her with a dispassionate, half-lidded gaze. Mightyena bared her fangs, but it was ineffective. Eventually she acquiesced, lying down on her stomach and looking up from her prone position. The talon on Sirexi’s foot nudged her and she rolled over, panting and exposing her neck and underbelly. Everyone else had stopped eating to watch them.
“Sit up,” the Blaziken said, having entirely too much fun bending her teammate to her will. Mightyena rolled upright and sat on her haunches. Sirexi ruffled her fur and set the beef on top of her nose. “Good girl. Okay, you can have it.”
Mightyena snapped up the meat, and Sirexi laughed. Everyone else was speechless. Jason looked down at his Pokémon, wondering what else she might have done for her treat. Gardevoir had a strong blush going until she busied herself with the rest of her food.
“So…do Blaziken have dominatrices?” Mira asked. “Because that was pretty good.”
“Do we have what? I don’t know what that word means,” Sirexi said, picking that the rest of her dinner.
Mira shrugged. “Never mind.”
“How’s your head feeling?” Jason asked across the fire.
‘Better, now that no one’s trying to make me shift into some disgusting body.’
Everyone looked at him, and it was a moment before he realized that he had broadcasted his whole thought. He made a squeaking sound, stood up so fast he knocked his plate onto the ground, dove into Mira’s tent and zipped it closed.
“Something I said?” Jason asked, looking between Mira and the now-occupied tent.
“Maybe I’ll take this one tonight,” Mira said, picking up the abandoned plate. “I think that’ll do it for me anyway.”
“Yeah, we’re about to turn in too. Come on guys, Pokéball or sleeping bag.”
Eventually only three of them remained outside. Mira cleaned up the plates left by the others, Jason doused the fire, and Kirlia sat on her tree stump, trying very hard not to listen to the muffled crying nearby.
‘I shouldn’t go in there, should I?’ she asked.
“Probably not. Doesn’t sound like much fun.”
“You can stay in my tent if you want,” Jason said.
When the rest of the food was put away and the last embers of the fire were buried under several inches of dirt, only Mira’s small lantern lit up their campground. Kirlia yawned and crawled into Jason’s tent while the Trainers remained outside.
“Let me know if you need any help,” Jason said.
Mira nodded, picking up her lantern. “Will do. Never thought I’d have to play therapist for this, and with a Pokémon to boot.”
“For what?”
“He’s really not happy about getting jabbed with that Dawn Stone, you know.”
Mira disappeared into her tent, taking the only light with her. Jason sighed and felt his way back to his tent, where Kirlia was playing with a glow stick.
“Hey, that’s not a toy. Come on, we’ve got to get going early tomorrow.”
Kirlia set the stick down while Jason took off his jacket. ‘You’re upset.’
“My first Pokémon might hate me and two others are still missing. I’m a long way from upset right now, Athene—”
She cut him off by wrapping her arms around him, her hands just barely touching behind his back. Jason ran his hand through her hair.
“Thanks.”
‘We’ll find the others just like we found Mightyena. And Gardevoir doesn’t hate you. You just don’t understand some things about our species. He loves you.’
“I know. I wish he’d explain it instead of getting emotional, though.”
‘Emotions are our thing,” Kirlia said, keeping a tight grip on him while sitting on his lap. ‘We don’t always know why we feel them or have words to explain them in a way that you’d understand. And we feel them with an intensity that you don’t. Alakazam think. Gardevoir feel.’
“I wish I knew what he was feeling, then.”
‘Well, I know he cares about you, just like the others,’ Kirlia said, resting against Jason’s chest. ‘He thinks you’re smart, and strong, and…some other things.’
“Hmm?”
‘He doesn’t put up any mental guards because I’m the only other psychic around. He’s very attracted to you.’
“Oh, right. I know.”
‘And you’re attracted to him, too.’
“Ah—why are you moving like that?”
Kirlia was rocking slowly back and forth on his hips. ‘Do you want me to stop?’
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