What's Cooking, Good Looking! [ Arven x Reader ]

9 Kilograms of Titans

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—Okay— you spoke walking alongside Arven— Favorite color.

He rolled his eyes at you: —Yellow. Ask something more interesting, bud.

You'd left Cascarrafa a while back, opting to go for a little night stroll around Area One before heading back home. It was a mostly quiet one, only interrupted every now and then by some nocturnal pokemon, tho they were mostly minding their own business.
The silly questions, against Arven's better judgment, kept going back and forth nonstop, he didn't want to admit it but, it was actually kind of fun. At least until the following inquiry.

—Then, how about... Something you're insecure about— you turned to the blond boy as he tug at his hair— You don't actually have to tell me that, I can think of something else.

—...My acne— he said, his fingers playing with a few hairs from his bangs— It's pretty bad under here. And it doesn't help that my skin is naturally pretty oily.

—Well, acne is normal to have. My back is a pimple fest.

—Maybe, I dunno. But it doesn't change the fact that people think it's gross.

—...— you tried (and failed) to keep your laughter in your throat as you came up with the next thing you'd say— Well I like my kisses the same way I like my acne: all over my face!— you poked his side with your elbow repeatedly, eyebrows going up and down, and the stupidest smile on your face.

—...That was just, terrible.

—C'monnnn, it was great.

—No it fucking wasn't.

—You're entitled to your own opinion, even if you're definitely wrong.

He rolled his eyes again, this time with a bit of a smirk.

—Whatever you say, _____. My turn now. What's something you could never wrap your head around?

—Those wooper from kanto...

—Mhm?

—No arms.

—Mhm.

—They can learn Ice Punch.

—...Wait what.

—Armless. Ice Pu-

Rooaaaaaaaaaaarrrr...!

—What was that?— Arven jumped looking around, nervously— It didn't sound good...

—No idea... We should be careful.

You slowly kept walking, eyeing every corner. Every tree, every bush and rock. All pokemon fled the area.

—That can't be a good sign...— you mumbled, watching as even the present ghost pokemon disappeared in the air.

The Uva student took out a pokeball, ready to battle if needed, as you looked around for an escape route or at least a hiding place. There was that cave you'd gotten stuck in before, but it was up hill and a dead end. It wasn't worth the risk.

A sizzling sound climbed up your bodies, bringing you trembles along with it.
A big black snout creeped its way out of the darkness of the night. A pair of dark purple eyes and pink markings emerging behind it.

The Salazzle stepped forward, its vision locked onto its pray, poison dripping from its sharp teeth.

—HOLY SHIT, ARVEN, RUN!!

Your legs moved as fast as they could as you pulled your friend along, your hand digging through your pockets desperately, knowing that the pokémon could easily catch up. Salazzle were fast.
But no amount of knowledge could prepare you for the beast that made its way out of the shadows.
It was a quadruple, no, a quintuple of your your size at the very least. A simply unholy size. And it was approaching. Rapidly.