The snake piece crawled onto her outstretched hand, slime slick and wet against her skin. “You want in the cube?” She held it out, and with a pop and hiss of pea soup colored steam, the lid slid away. The green, green thing at her foot sparkled and stared up at her with one big eye. How she fell to the green, green ground was a mystery. “ Snake soup?” Selene repeated, as she was shoved out the door. “Dexio, for the love of Xerneas and all that is living, if you call it that one more time - ” “And I just.put them in the,” she could feel her eyes glazing over at the sight of the slick shape beneath her fingertips. “Sometimes they’re pink.” Dexio nodded like a man who had seen many a pink snakes in his lifetime. “Basically, they’re mostly squishy, green snake things.” “Can I,” she held the cube somehow, certainly not correctly, “please ask how?” “So, are we talking about plant cells and apple cores? Nuclear cores? Parkour…?” Selene raised her hand politely, continuing to try and kick the door into submission. “And you’d get one for worst fashion sense, Sina.” “I mean, personally, I think I could get a jail diploma for most prison food eaten.” “Jail means no college diploma.” Sina pried the Stufful away from its tasty metal snack. “Professor Sycamore said if we hospitalize another kid we’re getting arrested.” “It - it’s on the side.” He sighed into his hands. Selene wiggled the handle like a loose tooth that wasn’t supposed to be loose. “We still kind of need to tell you about cells and cores.” Said Sina. Probably with test tube goo, Selene thought, shoving the shape that was not a cube deep into her purse that was not a watermelon slice but definitely shaped like one.Ĭorrection: into the door she went because it stayed shut. The dark shine around the edges said it was slick. He held out the polyhedral nightmare with both hands, touching it as lightly with his fingertips as he could without dropping the thing. When it hit the fluorescent lights, it glowed. She did share a blank stare with the world though.ĭexio pulled something somewhere from the base of the tube. Selene did not share a look because she was only kind of tired, but she was always kind of tired, so that didn’t really count, and she was only eleven, and she didn’t even own a pair of sunglasses, just a cross between a potted plant, a chicken, and the worst shade of pink that called itself a hat. They shared a look, a tired, sunglasses, college kid look that moonlighted as a long sigh. “We’re going to fail Developmental Biology.” “Our extra credit exploded so, so badly.” Sina pushed up her sunglasses to wipe away an imaginary tear. There were chairs, also of the cold and sterile variety.Ī Stufful that belonged to no one gnawed on an armrest.
From the girl sitting on the cold, sterile floor. Selene smiled like it was perfectly normal and logical, and honestly, after all the Ultra Beasts, or aliens, or whatever had been going on, this was really and truly perfectly normal and if you told her otherwise you’d best run and be non-flammable. They both stood there behind their dark, dark sunglasses and Alolan fashion senses only befitting college seniors who somehow weren’t tired enough but yet were so very tired. The Aether white trailer went quiet, save for whatever kind of device that giant tube in the middle of everything was, by all means looking like it should be full of green goo, half formed clones, and humming at least another ten decibels louder than it already was.
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