Treecko's Daily Soapbox Brendan x Wally (Loverivalshipping)

Topic 1: YOI and KS

Me: "First, if you didn't read the book summary, maybe you wanna go and do that, yeah? There might be a tidbit or two worth knowing in there, like how nobody's ten in this! Second, the title of this chapter will make sense after you read it. I didn't spell the words out for you because I wanted to surprise you! I'm trying some experimental stuff out with this fanfic, which we'll discuss more at the start of chapter two. For now, enjoy!...Or I hope you enjoy..." *Gives you puppy dog eyes*

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*Wally's POV*

My coworker grins excitedly as I give him the countdown for when we're on the air. I hold up three fingers...then two...He rubs his hands together, way too cheery for this early in the morning, and then one. He takes a deep breath and leans in to the mic.

"Good morning, Hoenn! It's six a.m. on the dot, and I'm Brendan Birch, coming at you live from Treecko's Daily Soapbox!"

"Treeee-cko!" Aaand cue Brendan's stupid grass type doing a flip nobody else can see before cheering into its very own microphone. I roll my eyes.

Brendan laughs and claps as he watches his pokémon, then leans back into his mic as his eyes flick over to the window between us, looking for a sound check. "And that would be my co-host, Treecko! Thanks, Treecko!" I've got my head propped up on my hand, and I give him an unenthusiastic thumbs up to let him know everything sounds fine from my end. I sigh. He's the radio show host, and I'm the sound guy. Nothing exciting happens on my end unless the mics suddenly go haywire and make him sound like an idiot. Actually, that puts a smile on my face. Brendan smiles, too, when he sees it.

"Today on Treecko's Daily Soapbox, we've got a caller all the way from the Kalos region! Oh là là, J'espère qu'il iras doucement avec moi!" Really, isn't the French a little much?

(Me: "Translation: 'Oh, dear, I hope he'll (the caller) go easy on me!'")

"Allô?" Some girl is calling in.

(Me: "'Allô' is quite clearly just an accented 'hello'. Although, in French class, they taught us that it was a greeting used over the telephone." *Shrugs* "I think they just thought we were too stupid to take that much information in at once.")

"Hello! Yes! You're on the air with us! May I ask your name?"

"Oh, yes, yes! I'm Serena!" she giggles. How? Isn't it even earlier over there?

"Good morning, Serena! And what would you like the topic of Treecko's Daily Soapbox to be today?"

"Euh, can it be about love?" the girl sighs dreamily. I roll my eyes again. Half the callers we get have convinced themselves that they're in love with his voice.

(Me: "'Euh' is a hesitation noise in French, like 'um' in English.")

Brendan makes a sound like 'that'll be a tough one,' even though I know he's probably got around fifty different anecdotes for every conceivable topic out there, and then announces, "As a really old guy once said: 'If music be the food of love, play on.' And with that, ladies and gentlemen, we'll be right back with Treecko's Daily Soapbox after a quick music break. Today's topic is love! Thank you for calling in, Serena!" Oh my God, that transition was so smooth, it was repulsive.

(Me: "The quote was from Shakespeare.")

He leans back in his chair, grinning, and puts his hands behind his head, completely full of himself, while I switch his mic off for the first song on today's playlist that one of the idiot interns was allowed to compile.