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      It was as if floodgates burst open.  Fire began apologizing, first a little, then sputtering and tripping over his words without even thinking about them.  He put his head in his hands—then sighed, looking back at her with pleading eyes.  She was right, he said, about everything.  About who he was and his severe lack of accomplishments.  A has-been, living in another’s shadow.

      “…Like you said, you command dragons! Half of my pokemon don’t respect me enough to listen, while you seem to have no problem with that!”

      Clair pursed her lips.  The kid was losing it.  She shifted her weight to the other leg and folded her arms over her chest.  His onslaught of apologies was like being hit by a train and then punched repeatedly in the stomach.  Her stomach bunched in twisted knots.  It felt like pity and shame.

      “Uh…”

      She was no judge to what was ‘good.’  She’d admitted as much to herself in these last few weeks. But she’d always acted with what had to be done, and said what needed to be said.  Or so she thought.  She couldn’t pass judgement before first passing it onto herself… but at the same time, Fire was an idiot.  And stupid children like that never learned.  

      “I get why you’re so mad whenever you see me. I’d be mad too if I had to deal with someone like me.”

      God, the kid just wouldn’t stop whining!  Clair put her hands on her hips, her frown turning into a dark scowl.  She couldn’t take this anymore.  “Listen, kid,” she said, her tone scathing, “I’m not going to stand here and listen to this pity party.  Your words are meaningless to me.”  She sneered. “You want to stop being an asshole? Fine.  Go ahead.  But first take responsibility for the shit you’ve done.”

      Fire looked absolutely pathetic.  Standing with his shoulders slumped, eyes downcast, and all the fight gone from his voice.  Like his confidence was just some a shitty façade.  Nothing riled Clair up more—or infuriated her.  What Fire said rang true to her heart, and had all the fears and insecurities she kept bottled up inside.  But while Fire gave up, she fought.  And continued to fight, because there was absolutely no way she would lose.

      “Stand up.”  Not a request.  “Look at me. You are a sad little man.”  Clair glared into each of his eyes.  “You let your fragile ego get the better for you, and for what?  Showing me up?  You interfered with my work and let those Beedrill die.”  It could have all been avoided, and yet time and time again he insisted it wasn’t. “I don’t accept your apology.”

Fire stood up straight when he was told to. He wasn’t sure why,  a few minutes ago he would have completely ignored her orders. He probably would have slouched even more to defy her. He also found himself looking her straight in the eye, some he rarely did with anyone. Not even his closest friend.

Clair’s last words echoed through Fire’s head. She didn’t accept his apology. Fire had taken a chance to stop the seemingly endless feud, to apologize for what he had done and what he had said, and it had failed. He wasn’t quite sure what to do, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to think or where to go from that point.

Everything Clair had said was true. He was a sad man with a fragile ego. It was one thing for him to say those things about himself, it was another to hear it coming from another person, to hear it coming from Clair. It seemed to have more impact that way. It meant more when he heard her say it. It seemed more real when she said it. Then it hit him. Her point was finally sinking in.

He had let the Beedrill die.

Fire didn’t know what Clair was doing when they first encountered each other. All he saw was Clair commanding one of her dragons to attack some wild Beedrill. He tried to put the pieces together back then, but it just occurred to him that he had put them together wrong. While it was true that Clair was attacking the Beedrill to train, Fire had assumed she would just leave them for dead. It was an emotional overreaction on his part. It was why he started yelling at her, it was how their feud started. What if Fire hadn’t said anything? What if he kept walking? What if he wasn’t there at all? Clair might have been able to help and heal the Beedrill, instead of letting them die on the ground.

“Oh...oh no...It’s my fault...” Fire mumbled to himself as he began to understand. He hated seeing pokemon get hurt, especially when it was caused by a human. This time he only had himself to blame. Pokemon had died because of him. Not just one, but an entire swam. Maybe an entire hive. Now it was too late for him to change what he had done. It was too late for him to help the Beedrill. It was too late for him to walk away and let the gym leader train in peace. 

“It is my fault...it is all my fault...” He mumbled again, a little louder than before. He snapped out of his daze, noticing he was still maintaining eye contact with Clair. He didn’t care if she heard his mutterings, and he didn’t care what she had to say next. He was still too focused on his own thoughts of what had happened.

Unwelcome ║ Fire & Clair

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Fire let out a long, loud sigh as he pulled down the lever of the slot machine. He looked around the Celadon Game Corner, noticing how little it had changed since the time he was last there. It hadn’t changed much since he first set foot in it about 10 years ago. It even looked like some of the same people were there. He cursed under his breath when the reels stopped spinning, showing that he’d lost. He pulled the lever again, hoping in vain that he’d make some money from it. 

He never went to the Game Corner often. He was never one for gambling. Fire alway saw it as throwing away his money, money he worked hard to make, and money he intended to keep for when he truly needed it. He also knew the Game Corner was a waste of time, but that was why he kept coming back. It was an easy way to kill a few hours. While he never won and always left with an empty coin case, it also kept him entertained for the day. 

Fire held his breath as the reel slowed down at stopped again. He muttered to himself as they came to a stop. 

“Seven, seven, slowpoke!” He kicked the machine hard, a few people looking over to see what the noise was, but most simply stared at their own games. “These things are rigged!” He said loudly, standing up and heading towards the door. He kept muttering to himself, about the unethical business practices of the Game Corner. “Rigged machines...letting ten-year-olds in gamble...letting Team Rocket in here...” As Fire walked out the door, still wallowing in his own misfortune, he passed someone else walking in. He turned around to give them a warning.  “Don’t waste your time in there! It’s just a scam!”

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“Wow that is a really stupid question.”

“There’s no such thing as stupid questions, just stupid...people...that ask stupid...questions.”

“Shit.”

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“I leave for like 5 minutes and all hell breaks loose. This is why we can’t have nice things.”

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“Do I have a choice in the matter?”

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“I leave for like 5 minutes and all hell breaks loose. This is why we can’t have nice things.”

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“You know what? I quit.” Fire said. He’d had enough. He was tired of a thousand and one different random people ordering nonsense. They seemed to be coming one after another, all day without end. Fire was tired, he was annoyed, and he just wanted to go home. Without warning, he climbed up onto the counter, taking off his hat, scrunching it up, and throwing it on the floor as hard as he could. He jumped down and headed straight for the door while berating his co-workers and managers he’d only known for less than a day. 

“I don’t remember applying for this job. I don’t even eat fast food. ‘Cept when I do...which is kinda a lot. But I won’t after this! Not after how I’ve seen you guys prepare it!” He said, still walking away. The door closed behind him and the restaurant fell into an awkward silence. About a minute later Fire came running back in through the door. He quickly ran to his hat, picking it up and trying to clean it off. 

“Wait! This is mine, I bought it from home!” He paused again, looking around awkwardly. “I still get paid right...I could really use some cash...no...anyone...okay...”

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“Oh shit...I forgot the pickles.”

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HEY CAN I GET UHHHHHHHHH BONELESS PIZZA WITH A 2 LITER COKE

“Fuck kinda pizza....pizza don’t got bone in it...and uh 2 liter machine broke. We got 1 liter though.”

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give me that fucking szechuan sauce

“Sir...We don’t have any...sir please got off the counter...sir please stop yelling at me...sir...sir...I don’t know what you’re asking...sir we don’t have any szechuan sauce....it’s just a sauce. You can buy it at any grocery store for like 2 bucks a bottle. Why would you want some shitty fast food version?”

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ʇɐ ǝʌᴉl ʇuǝʍ ʇsod ǝɥ┴ ˙ǝsɹoʍ uǝʌǝ s’ʇɐɥʇ ʇnq 'uo sǝoɥs pɐɥ ǝɥ ʎlpǝʇʇᴉɯp∀ ”˙ƃuᴉʞ ɹǝƃɹnq ʇɐ ʇɐǝ noʎ ǝɔnʇʇǝl ǝɥʇ sᴉ sᴉɥ┴“ ʇuǝɯǝʇɐʇs ǝɥʇ ɥʇᴉM ˙ǝɔnʇʇǝl ɟo uᴉq ɔᴉʇsɐld ɐ uᴉ ʇǝǝɟ sᴉɥ ƃuᴉsɐɔʍoɥs ǝʇᴉs ǝɥʇ oʇ ʎlsnoɯʎuouɐ oʇoɥd ɐ pǝpɐoldn ɹǝuɐɥɔㄣ ∀ ˙ʇǝƃ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ ǝq ʇɥƃᴉɯ ʇɐɥʇ ʇno suɹnʇ ʇᴉ sɐ ʇnq ˙snƃunɟ ʇooɟ s’ǝuoǝɯos sᴉ ɹǝƃɹnq ƃuᴉʞ ɹǝƃɹnq ɹnoʎ uᴉ ʇuɐʍ p’noʎ ƃuᴉɥʇ ʇsɐl ǝɥ┴ ˙ǝɔnʇʇǝ˥ ʇooℲ ƃuᴉʞ ɹǝƃɹnq ϛƖ ɹǝqɯnN

“Sir. Please don’t step on our lettuce. People need to eat that. The food her is unsanitary enough as it is, it doesn’t need your feet and whatever else you stepped added to the list. Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

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THIS IS A ROBBERY, GIVE ME EVERYTHING IN THE REGISTER, AND YOUR POKEMON TOO!

“Yeah...no...”

“You don’t really give off the intimidating, robber vibe you should. Plus it’s just kind of an empty threat. You’re gonna have to do something to prove you mean business. Speaking of business, order something or I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

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˙ǝɔnɐs ɹǝƃɹnq ɹnoʎ ǝlzznƃ puɐ ǝɯnsuoɔ oʇ ɥsᴉʍ I

“Oh, and you call me lewd. You can’t just go around asking people for their burger sauce. That’s just...that’s just not right.”

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shorts-over-leggings replied to your post: Yeah, can I get a mcfucking... uh......

¡¿ɹƎפ∀N∀W ɹ∩O⅄ SI ƎɹƎHM ¡ƎƆ∀˥ԀʞɹOM ɹ∩O⅄ NI XƎS ɹOℲ ʞS∀ N∀Ɔ ∩O⅄ ˙ƎɹIℲ pMƎ˥ s,ʇɐɥ┴

I can and I will...I won’t. That’d probably get me fired. And my manager? He’s probably asleep in the freezer again. He likes to use the little hamburger buns as pillows.  

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pickle, extra pickles, cheese, bun seeds,and pickles all my pickles and some extra pickly pickles,cheese, pickles

"Would you like pickles with that?”

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Yeah, can I get a mcfucking... uh... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Yeah…I sure could use a mcfucking too. Be better than working here.” Fire said, waiting for the customer to finish their order. Their long, drawn out “UHHH” seeming to stretch on forever.

“That’s okay. Take your time. I’ve got all day. I think I’m paid hourly if I’m paid at all, so really you’re doing me a favor.”