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The morning had started off pretty rocky for Arden, what with being woken by the cold dampness that followed the use of a low powered Watergun. Tiredly moving the curly brown bangs from his face, he spotted the impish look in the eyes of the small Azurill standing just outside of his bedroom door. It seemed to laugh at the sodden mint eyed boy, soaked to the skin in his pajamas.

“Yeah just laugh it up Azure.” The young man grumbled as he retrieved his glasses from the nightstand and began his morning rituals, begrudgingly thanking the spherical creature for the wake-up call.

Thankfully the rest of the morning seemed to be running smoothly, aside from the quick chase of his father’s Impidimp who had taken to hoarding Arden’s hair ribbons. It wasn’t long before he was sitting at the breakfast table eating the food his mother had plated up for him.

“Are you really sure that you want to do this kiddo? It can take a long time to go about studying pokemon, even if it’s only a single type.” Emira asked as she nervously plaited her blonde hair.

“I’m sure Ma. Besides, if it really takes that long I should start as soon as possible. Professor Cypress is just helping me speed it up a bit by allowing me to receive and train one of his pokemon.” The young brunette responded before his eyes widened at the sight of the clock just behind Emira.

“Crap! I’m gonna be late! Thanks-for-the-food-mom-got-to-go-bye-love-you.” He exclaimed in a rush as he raced to the door, only just remembering to grab his already pre-packed bag on the way out.

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Bursting through the large doors came the slightly disheveled young man, his brown curls waving wildly as he panted for breath. Fanning the loose fitting off the shoulder sweater he wore, Arden began breathlessly trying to speak.

“So..Sorry for…being…late!”

Trying to take in everything in the room, his eyes landed on the other potential trainers: A young woman who seemed to be trying to sooth a frightened Dratini and a Young man wearing a…cape. Not to mention the prideful little Bagon that roared its name at the caped individual’s question of defeating the overseers. Finally landing on the simply adorable Gible that seemed to be trying to eat the leg of a Table not too far from Professor Cypress himself.

“Aww you little chomper, you must be a hungry little guy. Don’t worry I’ve got some snacks if you want?” He said as he crouched down and offered a handful of cute, colorful cubes. He quickly added to the rest of the group. “Oh! Hi, I’m Arden. Nice to meet you.”

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I am drawn to this so much! I'm in if you'll have me!
@Such a Birch I respect your desire to use pronouns, but would you be ok with just doing boy or girl? It’s not to be rude, I just have a small pet peeve about using the word “they” in singular. I had a really rough tutor who drilled it out of me.


No problem.





Still here!
I'd be interested if there is still room.
Definitely interested in this.
Grumbling could be heard over the gentle roar of the engine of the compact car. A young strawberry blond woman at the wheel, her green eyes watching the dirt covered road as she navigated through the country side. Sinéad Gallagher was the youngest daughter and one of Lochlan's sisters. She had taken it upon herself to drop her youngest and only brother off in Sandgem town, despite his vocal protests.

"Come on pup, it was either me or Saoirse." She started with a smirk, eyes never leaving the practically deserted road. The rosette didn't even let the young boy respond before continuing, "I doubt you wanted to spend the last few hours hearing her gripe about how Periwinkle clashes with her skin but brings out her Milotic's azure scales."

Beside her sat the pup in question, his brows furrowed in displeasure at both the situation and the thought of being subjected to his middle sister's ranting. He loved his sisters's despite the huge difference in age and opinion but there were times where Sinéad really was the only one he could deal with. This being one of them.

Sighing in defeat, the red head finally spoke. "Fine! Doesn't mean I have to like it though, 'Néad." A giggle was his only response. Well than and a soft "Bun?" from the pleasant wieght of warmth and fluff in his lap.

With a smile, he snuggled the rabbit-like pokemon before giving him a small kiss on the forehead. "We're almost there Caelan."

"I still don't get how someone as rough as you can bond with such a sweet little buneary." Sinéad responded to the display as they finally entered the town and began to slow to a stop before local Poke-Mart, just in sight of the beach. A beach that seemed to contain quite a few familiar faces to the more vibrant red head.

"Well...thanks for the ride." Lochlan muttered as he quickly unbuckled and got out of the car, his buneary hopping about to rest on his shoulder. Just as he was closing the door he added an awkward and hasty "Love-you-see-ya-tell-the-girl-and-dad-I-love-them!" before racing to the beach to engage with his school-mates. The obnoxious sound of his sister laughing following him.

~~~`~

Upon reaching the beach, he was greatly appreciating his own boots as he fought through the sand. He just managed to catch Rich's reaction to the cold ice cream and his attempt to commune with an Arcanine that he could only assume belonged to Melody.

"Now why didn't I get an Invite to this party?" The dark clad red head asked with a cocky smirk, hopefully surprising the resident psychic. Meanwhile Caelan hesitated for a moment before heading to the small congregation of pokemon to the side and attempted to aid the fallen Wooper with a small grunt of "Bu-buneary."
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