With some help from a more serious perspective (Professor Stump POV shift)

You stare at the TV from behind your clinic desk, just as you have been all day. She’s late. By a lot. Emilia’s whimsical nature is nothing new, but this level of tardiness certainly is. She should have been here hours ago! Geez, all that traveling, and she hasn’t even gotten the slightest bit more responsible…

You brush your chocolate brown bangs out of your eyes and take off your glasses, wiping them on the side of your loosely hanging lab coat. Bored beyond measure, you languidly stretch for the twentieth time today, pushing your ample, braless breasts forward for the enjoyment of absolutely no one in your deserted clinic. You settle back into your chair, cross your bare legs, and prepare to be put to sleep by the evening news.

“Disappearances around Rifure Town are on the rise once again. Three more missing person reports were made this week, and all of them remain open as the three individuals, all girls ages 18 through 24, are still unaccounted for. Authorities say, and I quote, ‘Young girls are always wild and rebellious, especially in this day and age. Those girls should stop sucking their boyfriends’ dicks, though, and give their parents a call.’ Ladies, if any of you are watching this story, please, stop sucking your boyfriend’s dick and give your parents a call. One officer, a woman by the name of Jenny, did caution young women not to travel outside of Rifure Town after dark. She has not been available for further inquiry, so we’d like to extend to her the same advice we offered the missing persons. Officer Jenny, please stop sucking your boyfriend’s dick and give our news station a call at your earliest convenience.” The two news anchors spend the next minute laughing hysterically. You sigh at their awful humor. They’re right though. Those girls shouldn’t be worrying their parents, just like Emilia is always worrying y-

Emilia.

Your stomach drops as you realize something is wrong. Well, no, it’s more of a hunch than a realization. But it’s Emilia, so you give her a call to make sure she’s alright. You can hardly wait to hear what stupidity sidetracked her on the way here, except… There’s no answer.

The news report continues in the background. “In other news, the Cerulean Gym Leader finally broke her losing streak this morning, meaning the Gym’s Tuesday attraction should be getting some new cast members-”

*click*

In the blink of an eye, you’re standing outside your clinic, lights off, TV off, and sign flipped to ‘CLOSED’. You’re given pause as you look down, observing your clothing. You dressed especially sloppy today on account of being so preoccupied by Emilia’s visit. You’ve got on a loose black tank top and a particularly short pair of blue basketball shorts, the kind with an elastic waistband. No underwear whatsoever. It’s exactly what you woke up in, plus your lab coat and some wedge heels. But there’s no time to change. It’ll have to do.