The Alolan morning unfolded with a gentle breeze, carrying the echoes of the previous night's revelry. Ash, now carrying Lisia in his arms as she continued her lively and groggy sleep talk, made his way towards a more private setting within his home.
As he gently laid Lisia down on a comfortable surface, Altaria perched nearby, still cooing softly, Ash couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle. The mystery of Lisia's animated sleep talk was yet to be unraveled.
Taking a moment to observe Lisia's slumbering form, Ash recalled the scene from the club and the tales shared by onlookers. It became evident—Lisia had indulged in the vibrant spirits of Alola, dancing under the starlit skies and partaking in the local libations.
Ash, with a bemused smile, thought, So, Lisia had a night out at the club.
He sighed, realizing that her lively sleep talk was a direct consequence of the enthusiastic celebration that had unfolded. As Altaria nested beside Lisia, Ash couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and concern.
"Looks like someone really embraced the Alolan spirit," he remarked, glancing at Altaria.
Altaria, cooing softly, seemed to acknowledge the statement.
Now aware of the reason behind Lisia's deep slumber and animated sleep talk, Ash pondered how to handle the situation. With a sense of responsibility and a touch of amusement, he decided to let Lisia rest and recover from the lively night's adventures.
As the Alolan morning continued outside, Ash found himself in a unique scenario—one where the vibrant tales of the tropical paradise unfolded not in battles or contests but in the aftermath of a night filled with dance, laughter, and the camaraderie that defined Alola's spirit.
With a sense of gentle determination, Ash decided to carry Lisia to Pokémon School. Aware that she was in a half-awake, still-drunk state, he carefully lifted her into his arms, making sure she was comfortable. Altaria, perched nearby, cooed softly, seemingly content with the unfolding journey.
As they made their way towards Pokémon School, Lisia, in her groggy and intoxicated state, managed to stay semi-conscious. Her attempts at dialogue were still animated and nonsensical.
Lisia (mumbling): "Pikachu, let's catch the morning dew! Tapu Koko, share your secrets with Altaria! Ash, you're a dancing Gyarados in a sea of confetti!"
Ash, with a grin, continued on the path, the Alolan sun casting a warm glow on their peculiar procession. Passersby glanced with amusement and curiosity, recognizing the duo from the club's festivities.
Trainer 17, with a chuckle, remarked, "Looks like someone had a night to remember. Need a hand, Ash?"
Ash, still carrying Lisia with a sense of responsibility, replied, "I've got it, thanks. Lisia's just catching up on her Alolan dreams."
As they approached Pokémon School, Ash wondered how the day would unfold with Lisia in her unique state. The morning sun, the lively chatter of Alolan Pokémon, and the whimsical journey with a half-awake Lisia created a tableau of unexpected adventures in the tropical paradise—a chapter in their Alolan tale that promised both laughter and surprises.
With Lisia still half-asleep and walking alongside Ash, he attempted to gently wake her, calling her name and tapping her shoulder.
"Ash... is that you, the dancing Ludicolo?" Lisia responded in a dreamy tone, her words a mix of sleep-induced whimsy and reality.
Ash, trying to suppress a laugh, replied, "No, it's me, Ash. We're heading to Pokémon School."
Lisia, still in her semi-conscious state, mumbled, "Pokémon School... where Eevee teaches math... with Tapu Koko's help."
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Alola Serenade
Fanfiction(im tired of this) In the sun-kissed Alola region, where the gentle waves lap against sandy shores and vibrant Pokémon dance beneath the swaying palm trees, a new love story unfolds. Ash Ketchum, the determined Pokémon Trainer, and Lisia, the gracef...
