The dress fitted perfectly, as she knew it would; something told her that this was the exact one she'd tried on all those months ago. It was heavy, but surprisingly easy to move in. She wondered how on earth she was going to make it to the restaurant in this thing. Oh well, that was future Emmy's problem!
'Ralto, could you come in here a minute? I need your help with something.'
He was there instantly, sitting on the sink and starting to control the ribbons in front of the bow. Honestly, Psychic pokemon were the most useful things; she hadn't even had to tell him that she needed help with doing up the back of the dress.
The ribbons were thin but strong, and Emmy tensed slightly as she felt them tightening into place with Ralto's psychic abilities. Was it just her imagination, or was it tying tighter this time? Could she have lost weight? After all the stress recently, she wouldn't be surprised.
Oh well, that just meant she could eat more tonight! Not that she would have held off anyway, but still.
Ralto completed his work with a tight bow, which he hid behind the bigger bow on the back of the dress. Surveying his work, he nodded seriously, apparently satisfied. Emmy couldn't help but giggle. He was such a little gentleman, her Kirlia.
She observed her reflection in the mirror, playing with her hair a bit and frowning. Maybe she should have gone to more effort with her appearance; her casual look made her look very silly. With any luck, Kimblee wouldn't mind waiting while she tidied herself up a little. Surely he must have expected she'd need to, anyway, surprising her as he was?
As his trainer admired herself, Ralto frowned slightly. She seemed to have completely forgotten about the reason why she was nervous about seeing that man, and it didn't make him feel very comfortable.
Ralto didn't like that man. There was something....wrong with him, the way he read...the things he sensed from him clashed with what he was used to, what he normally should have gotten from a human like him. But who was he to tell his trainer who to be friends with? That wasn't his place.
'You look very beautiful, Miss Emmy.'
After playing with her hair a bit more, Emmy turned and winked at her Pokemon, before opening the door and sticking her head out.
"Tell me what you think, Mr Kimblee."
And she twirled her way out of the bathroom, holding up the material of the dress so he could see her shoes, winking.
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'Ralto, could you come in here a minute? I need your help with something.'
He was there instantly, sitting on the sink and starting to control the ribbons in front of the bow. Honestly, Psychic pokemon were the most useful things; she hadn't even had to tell him that she needed help with doing up the back of the dress.
The ribbons were thin but strong, and Emmy tensed slightly as she felt them tightening into place with Ralto's psychic abilities. Was it just her imagination, or was it tying tighter this time? Could she have lost weight? After all the stress recently, she wouldn't be surprised.
Oh well, that just meant she could eat more tonight! Not that she would have held off anyway, but still.
Ralto completed his work with a tight bow, which he hid behind the bigger bow on the back of the dress. Surveying his work, he nodded seriously, apparently satisfied. Emmy couldn't help but giggle. He was such a little gentleman, her Kirlia.
She observed her reflection in the mirror, playing with her hair a bit and frowning. Maybe she should have gone to more effort with her appearance; her casual look made her look very silly. With any luck, Kimblee wouldn't mind waiting while she tidied herself up a little. Surely he must have expected she'd need to, anyway, surprising her as he was?
As his trainer admired herself, Ralto frowned slightly. She seemed to have completely forgotten about the reason why she was nervous about seeing that man, and it didn't make him feel very comfortable.
Ralto didn't like that man. There was something....wrong with him, the way he read...the things he sensed from him clashed with what he was used to, what he normally should have gotten from a human like him. But who was he to tell his trainer who to be friends with? That wasn't his place.
'You look very beautiful, Miss Emmy.'
After playing with her hair a bit more, Emmy turned and winked at her Pokemon, before opening the door and sticking her head out.
"Tell me what you think, Mr Kimblee."
And she twirled her way out of the bathroom, holding up the material of the dress so he could see her shoes, winking.
"Do the boots suit it?"