The Fallen Queen and the Jester [Pearl]

Whitney was being a bother today.

The little Whimsicott wanted to be out on the routes, exploring and looking through the flowers. Meanwhile, Pearl wanted to get some shopping done so he could finally make something other than leftovers for dinner. As much as he loved eating leftovers, they tended to get old rather fast, and it wasn't something he quite liked eating every day. Either way, he found that Whitney wasn't going to listen to his voice and reason and was forced to follow after her on the routes until she was finished with her exploration.

" Whitney... We didn't come here just so you can peek in every bush. " Huffing, Pearl managed to catch up to the big puff of creamy fur, scooping her up into his arms so he could begin the long trek back. As he was straightening up, he saw red hair - quickly noticing that it was a girl and she was sad. ( as if the tears streaming down her face didn't give that away. ) His immediate thought was to pretend he saw nothing and awkwardly continue on his way back to the town, continue getting his supplies and hope that Whitney didn't sneak off again. Sadly, that thought was beaten down the moment he seemed to start walking towards her.

Plopping down on the bench next to the girl, practically hugging the Whimsicott, a grin found it's way on his face. " You look sad. Why are you sad? " Whitney was suddenly interested at the familiar word 'sad' ( it was a human feeling, she knew, but she didn't know much more than that ) and wriggled out of Pearl's arms to go and crawl into Rui's lap. > Whim! < It earned a chuckle from Pearl, who's grin widened. " I find that it's hard to be sad when Whitney's in my lap. "

He could have sworn that the twinkle on her face were tears. Even if Pearl didn't know the young woman, he didn't even know her name, he felt his stomach throb slightly with the hinting of sadness. He allowed her all the time in the world to stitch together her composure, ( figuring it was a good thing he didn't have anything else to do today ) just when Whitney went to her lap.

The smile was priceless. If there were any reason that he kept pokemon as company ( sometimes more so than humans ) it was because pokemon were definitely empathetic. They'd feel the sadness - why, it radiated off of this one in waves - and they'd feel the need to heal it. That was one of the many things that Pearl admired about pokemon, and it was probably the reason why he carried Whitney around the most. His Whimsicott always seemed to be in-tune to other's feelings ( almost to a motherly degree- it was fascinating, really ) and it inspired Pearl.

" Personally, I think it's hard to continue being sad even when a wild pokemon were to hop in my lap. " His grin widened though, nodding in agreement to what she said next. " It's definitely my favorite trait in pokemon. Another would be that they make great pillows. " He meant the smaller ones, at least. It was an amusing thought trying to imagine a Wailord try and be an ideal pillow. Maybe a pillow for a giant.

" Ah... " He wasn't sure what to say at first. A simple apology didn't seem to be good enough - and then there was the issue with him not having anything to do with her sadness. If he, somehow, had a hand in it without really having a hand in it, then he'd probably apologize later. " I can promise that it'll get better, though. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even in a week- but eventually it will. "

" I can try making the day better, though? " He offered, standing up from the bench and giving her his best smile. " You can even carry Whitney~ "