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Team Tea Time: [link]

The sun had just gone down about fifteen minutes ago, and the town square was already swarming with pokemon. A new, thick layer of fresh snow covered the ground, reflecting the beautiful Christmas lights' coloured gleam. Wooden tables were set out around the large fountain of the town's center, and at one of those many tables sat Team Tea Time.

Falisma carefully prodded at her present with her tail, frighted about what exactly was inside. What of Tring had filled it with spiders or beetles?! She had read a book once where some Balinese Brown and Burgundy spiders and Bulgarian beetles had gotten loose, and a girl in the book had smacked a huge spider on her head, and she had been scared for life. What if there was one of those in there?!
Meanwhile, Tring sat blissfully across from her, stuffing himself with cakes and such. He didn't bother walking over to the snack table when the ghost could just transport what he wanted right in front of him. Sadly, sometimes he did have to float over and munch at the buffet if he wanted some candy, do to his partner's phobia of it. She had good reason to as well, though he rather not explain why. It was more a secret weapon he used in dire circumstances.
Yet, the both of them, no matter how worried or hungry they were, yearned to know what was inside the gifts they had received from one and other.
"Well," Tring started, staring down at his gift. "Are you going to open it? Hm?"
Falisma's fur stood on end, and she hesitated. "...yes." She finally replied. "I do b-believe so..." With a lash of her tail, she flipped the lid of the present box, exposing the contents. "Oh!" She gasped in surprise, snatching out the black bag of fabric Tring had stolen from Cry's shop. "Oh Tring, these are absolutely beautiful pieces of cloth!" She squeaked while rummaging through the package. "These will be perfect for my next doll! Oh, thank you so very much Tring!"
"There's more in there, sweetheart~!" He grinned.
"Is that so?" Falisma spoke, peaking back over the boxes rim. "So there is!" She squealed in delight as she pulled out the matching black, silk bows. "Oh! This is even more wonderful! I'm going to wear these everywhere! They're so beautiful!" She clutched them to her furry chest and looked up at him with her rare smile and hopped onto the table. "Now, now! You open yours too!"
"Oh, alright!" But even before the last words Falisma had said left her mouth, he was tearing open the wrapping paper of his own gift. He threw the lid into the crowd and someone cried out, but he was to mesmerized at the things inside to care.
In the box he saw himself. Yes, Tring saw a miniature, sewn, doll of himself set carefully inside the box, top hat and all. Two big red buttons gave him big, shiny eyes, and a cross-stitch smile gave the doll a gothic feel he loved. Also inside, a shiny skitty gazed up at him with it's own white buttons, and was just the right size to fit on his own shoulder.
"You don't like it, do you?" Wavered Falisma, her bottom lip quivering. Tring's blank expression was enough to tell her that. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I should have bought something you liked, but all a did was make stupid little dolls for you! I'm terribly sorry, so so so sorry! I'll go shopping tomorrow and get you something better, I promise! Oh, Tring, I feel just horrid for-"
"What are you talking about?" Tring shouted hoarsely across the table and scooping out the doll of Falisma and setting it on his shoulder, then pulling out he stuffy of himself and holding it high. "These are the most well made, most perfect, and most adorable dolls I have ever layed eyes on!"
Falisma was absolutely blown away by compliments as Tring went on about the dolls she had made for him, and her face grew hot blushing as a goofy, shy smile spread across her face. "O-oh...W-w-w-why thank you....Thank y-you so m-much...!" Getting a compliment out of her partner was something she rarely did, and she felt completely joyous inside hearing all this from him, swearing she felt her BPM rise by millions.

A song stared to echo through the square...

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF THIS PART AND PICTURE SUCK SO BAD *dies*
I see and Elliot and an Emma O3O

Also, The book I reference is the one I'm reading right now, School Of Fear 2: Class NOT Dismissed! It's so sad right now D:

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Ending: [link]

Description
Team Tea Time: [link]

The sun had just gone down about fifteen minutes ago, and the town square was already swarming with pokemon. A new, thick layer of fresh snow covered the ground, reflecting the beautiful Christmas lights' coloured gleam. Wooden tables were set out around the large fountain of the town's center, and at one of those many tables sat Team Tea Time.

Falisma carefully prodded at her present with her tail, frighted about what exactly was inside. What of Tring had filled it with spiders or beetles?! She had read a book once where some Balinese Brown and Burgundy spiders and Bulgarian beetles had gotten loose, and a girl in the book had smacked a huge spider on her head, and she had been scared for life. What if there was one of those in there?!
Meanwhile, Tring sat blissfully across from her, stuffing himself with cakes and such. He didn't bother walking over to the snack table when the ghost could just transport what he wanted right in front of him. Sadly, sometimes he did have to float over and munch at the buffet if he wanted some candy, do to his partner's phobia of it. She had good reason to as well, though he rather not explain why. It was more a secret weapon he used in dire circumstances.
Yet, the both of them, no matter how worried or hungry they were, yearned to know what was inside the gifts they had received from one and other.
"Well," Tring started, staring down at his gift. "Are you going to open it? Hm?"
Falisma's fur stood on end, and she hesitated. "...yes." She finally replied. "I do b-believe so..." With a lash of her tail, she flipped the lid of the present box, exposing the contents. "Oh!" She gasped in surprise, snatching out the black bag of fabric Tring had stolen from Cry's shop. "Oh Tring, these are absolutely beautiful pieces of cloth!" She squeaked while rummaging through the package. "These will be perfect for my next doll! Oh, thank you so very much Tring!"
"There's more in there, sweetheart~!" He grinned.
"Is that so?" Falisma spoke, peaking back over the boxes rim. "So there is!" She squealed in delight as she pulled out the matching black, silk bows. "Oh! This is even more wonderful! I'm going to wear these everywhere! They're so beautiful!" She clutched them to her furry chest and looked up at him with her rare smile and hopped onto the table. "Now, now! You open yours too!"
"Oh, alright!" But even before the last words Falisma had said left her mouth, he was tearing open the wrapping paper of his own gift. He threw the lid into the crowd and someone cried out, but he was to mesmerized at the things inside to care.
In the box he saw himself. Yes, Tring saw a miniature, sewn, doll of himself set carefully inside the box, top hat and all. Two big red buttons gave him big, shiny eyes, and a cross-stitch smile gave the doll a gothic feel he loved. Also inside, a shiny skitty gazed up at him with it's own white buttons, and was just the right size to fit on his own shoulder.
"You don't like it, do you?" Wavered Falisma, her bottom lip quivering. Tring's blank expression was enough to tell her that. "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry. I should have bought something you liked, but all a did was make stupid little dolls for you! I'm terribly sorry, so so so sorry! I'll go shopping tomorrow and get you something better, I promise! Oh, Tring, I feel just horrid for-"
"What are you talking about?" Tring shouted hoarsely across the table and scooping out the doll of Falisma and setting it on his shoulder, then pulling out he stuffy of himself and holding it high. "These are the most well made, most perfect, and most adorable dolls I have ever layed eyes on!"
Falisma was absolutely blown away by compliments as Tring went on about the dolls she had made for him, and her face grew hot blushing as a goofy, shy smile spread across her face. "O-oh...W-w-w-why thank you....Thank y-you so m-much...!" Getting a compliment out of her partner was something she rarely did, and she felt completely joyous inside hearing all this from him, swearing she felt her BPM rise by millions.

A song stared to echo through the square...

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF THIS PART AND PICTURE SUCK SO BAD *dies*
I see and Elliot and an Emma O3O

Also, The book I reference is the one I'm reading right now, School Of Fear 2: Class NOT Dismissed! It's so sad right now D:

Part 1: [link]
Part 2: [link]
Part 3: [link]
Part 4: [link]
Part 5: [link]
Part 6: [link]
Ending: [link]