The Literal-Minded Milotic
“…and Victini finally got to see the ocean!”
“That’s great, Ash! And you’re sure you’re okay?”
“Yes, Misty. For the fourth time, I’m okay.”
Misty frowned at his tone. “Don’t talk that way to me, Ash Ketchum. I’m allowed to worry about you.” You’re lucky I don’t make you tell me fifty times.
“I know, I know. But everything worked out, just like it always does.”
Misty sighed. His mother was the one who always filled her on Ash’s day-to-day and badge quests, but whenever he called Misty himself - which wasnt often - it always seemed to be after some insane adventure, more often than not with a near-death experience to boot. Almost drowned, eaten by orange goo, almost erased from existence, and now almost frozen to death. Honestly, Ash…
“So where do you go from here?” she asked him.
“Well, Cilan says that -