I'd like to warn you that this is just boredom reliever, and I'm just motivated by Bell Marilli's starting to write again, or as my country calls it, "gaya-gaya." -3- Anyway, I've shipped this for a long time and never really wrote shit here for craptime. Dkdkddkdjxmmfgivj I suck at humor and endings and sjfmfnvnvm ;-;

And my OCs are my OCs, not my Pokemon are not my Pokemon.

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"Hey, Monty, could you give me an alliteration for the letter, 'F?'"

The typhlosion mindlessly crushed his cigarette, quickly lighting another one from a pack lazily sitting on his workplace, along with carelessly stacked paperwork because he was too "preserved". The leavanny mentally groaned, used to his typical work behavior.

The newspaper's games section was almost filled with her handwritten answers, with one blank line waiting to be written on, and a farce like him should be enough a source that'd give a simple answer.

Too bad the farce was irrationally "un-simple". A colon-slash emoticon on top.

"Depends, what's in it for me, Maxine?" He finally spoke, one eyebrow raised in sheer-ridiculous suspicion as dense smoke from the cigarette danced along his work area.

Maxine rolled her eyes, reading through him. "Don't expect me to cover up for your case summary again."

He rose up from his chair, grinning at her annoyance towards him. He liked hanging out with her, or so he lightly termed it. "Oh paperwork schmaperwork, that's not what I'll be asking for." His claws interlaced, deviously staring at the bug type.

"Oh come on, can't you be sentimental and do it 'just for my satisfaction?'"

"What? You mean like sex?" He said in fake horror, satisfied at Maxine's disgust.

"Er, ack, no!" Maxine coughed, smoke enveloping her as well. "And, ack, would you quit, -aack-,smoking near me; I'm prone to anything fire-related!"

"That's why I'm doing it, duh."

She angrily stomped, the two now having a close-up of one another. Her leaf blade-like arms crossed and his sadistic grin proudly shown. The leavanny pursed her lips, to pacify her irate emotions—mostly to distract her from thinking about the pink tinting her cheeks.

"Monty, admit it; you're just doing this because you want to—"

"—piss you off?"

"Y-yeah, and all I'm asking is—"

"—this simple thing and I can't do it?"

"Well, I think I've found—"

"—the answer thanks to me?"

Her frown broke apart, lips quivering after the sudden realization. The pink-tinted cheeks slowly grew red. Of course, it only fueled the typhlosion to beam even more prominently.

"...y-yeah..."

"Dammit, Maxine, you've been had—"

She closed her eyes, as a swift and soft headbutt broke her train of thought. When they flew open, she had already expected that cliché intense kiss, along with perked blue ears that showed the leavanny a secret side of her rival.

"Haha, I won't live to see tomorrow thanks to you." the typhlosion muttered, locked into a tight embrace.

"That's what you'd say in a world without laws, you... 'fucking fucker.'" She replied, finally knowing what to write in the paper.