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Míngzé only realized that his pokémon was on the couch when he sat down. Of course Vince would’ve seen her already. His apartment was not large, but the pokémon was. Combined with her bright pelt she stood out amidst everything else. Calmly he patted her to let her know everything was alright. She was tense, but as long as it stayed like this it was fine.

“What do you mean?” Míngzé asked with a raised brow. He got up again and walked towards Vince. “About a hundred percent? Unless Sāng does not know his pokémon, which I somehow doubt,” he shrugged. A vulpix was also easy to recognize, so he trusted his friend to give him the right information. While they had been talking, Wěi had decided to back away again but she remained visible. There was too much going on for her to feel comfortable, but it was already a huge step that she did not hide herself. Míngzé stood next to Vince, unable to see the pokémon for himself. “Is she here?”

There was a clear hint of laughter in the other person’s voice as he spoke, asking an all to simple question. Míngzé furrowed his brow. “I don’t know the exact number—” Then as Vince continued, he burst into laughter. This only deepened the furrow as he stood there uncertain of what to do. Feeling lost in his own apartment.

He could hear the hurried nails on the ground as his pokémon ran back into hiding. There was too much going on, too much noise for it to feel safe. She probably crawled back under his bed where she often stayed.

Was there something wrong with his vulpix? It was a possibility as Lucina had found her on the streets. Perhaps she was deformed. “No idea, she never let me touch her.” Only a soft accidental brush every now and then. All he knew was that her fur was soft, nothing special.

Then the bomb dropped. “What?” That did not— it could not— slowly the realization dawned down upon him and Míngzé took a sharp breath. “Fuck,” he muttered while rubbing through his eyes. Míngzé was not sure what he felt at the revelation. Not anger or disappointment, not anything negative. “Of course he would, I could’ve known.” Míngzé shook his head, throwing his hands in the air. “A fucking eevee,” he mumbled to himself. While the news was surely a surprise, he was not at all surprised that Sāng would do something like this. A short chuckle escaped. For months now he thought she was a vulpix, only to now hear it was an eevee all along.