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Silence could be Fire’s number one enemy, moreso when he waited in it on another, and he stands with giddy impatience for more than the few words Erika first gives him. Come on, give him more excitement than that. Figure it out to be the good idea that it is! There’s really no need to deliberate over it so long!

And yet for all the time he gives her, it takes her thoughts down the wrong path. Not sure about adding too much—pah! Fire’s already prepared to give his arguments, his reassurances; his lips gripped and ready to speak for the moment that she stops, the great vision of a really cool grass backyard! just ready to knock her out of her shoes and socks!

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; It was the first time Fire had given such an evasive answer to one of her questions, a clear change in his body language during and after his response. Was Erika worried that it may have not been wise to ask such a question, seeing his response to it now? Yes, but what was done was done and all she could do now was wait. Wait for him to continue the words that he had spoken with much hesitance, wait to see what the outcome of her posed inquiry would be... which was something that she did not mind doing in the slightest.

Yet, when his question finally came, she found herself overwhelmed with a sense of relief. Relief and a hint of happiness-- that he would be willing to open up to her, even if it was just a question that did little in helping her piece together what it was that was troubling him. As small as it was, she found herself more than satisfied by what had come after the long silence, such was evident by the smile tugging at her lips.

“ I’d much rather not be in the spotlight whatsoever, but it’s part and parcel of being a gym leader... or having any sort of position in the League, for that matter. ” Though her words took on a similar tone as it had throughout their whole interaction, the look in her eyes seemed to have softened just as she begun to speak. “ Interviews can be tiring, tedious even... especially when they’re being done by the more questionable members of media. Of course, you have a choice as to whether you would like to do an interview or not, especially if you think of it as unpleasant. Having an audience is something I’m somewhat familiar with, but being asked questions, especially some more... invasive ones can be unnerving. ”

Whit flapped his hand.  “Ah, well once you, uh, run into one door frame you’ve ran into all of them.  If they didn’t, like, paint the door frame such a similar color to the walls outside…”  He was contemplative for a moment before focusing on Erika again; Whit tilted his head and nodded thoughtfully.  That would certainly make sense; he hadn’t been around in awhile but he definitely remembered that name regard–

“Oh?  You’re the Celadon Gym Leader?”  Well now he felt a little stupid, or at least more stupid than normal.  “Well no wonder I, uh, thought I recognized your name.”  Whit smiled sheepishly.  “I should be on my best behavior around you Miss Erika.”  He curtseyed and did a one hand flourish while keeping the Meowth cradled in his other arm.  To be honest he wasn’t sure what his best behavior was, but a Gym Leader deserves respect regardless!  Or at least that’s what he believed.

“I thought you were, uh, holding an Oddish earlier.  Makes sense if you’re, like, the resident Grass-type trainer around, uh, here, I guess.”  Whit smiled.  “I’ve never, uh, trained a Grass-type myself, cause, like, I have my own special, uh, gimmick too.  I think Grass-types are, uh, pretty useful.  But I’d be, like, horrified to go up against a, uh, Fire-type.  I don’t like watching my Pokémon get hurt.”  He half frowned.  “I guess that happens, like, no matter what types of Pokémon you have.”

[ エリカ ] ❀ ; That... was still concerning. Concern that soon faded upon witnessing Whit’s reaction to her identity, to which she shook her head in response. “ Please, just Erika will do. I may be a Gym Leader, but it does not change the fact that I’m nothing more but a visiting friend here. ” Of course, he was far from the first to have given her... differential treatment, for lack of a better word, due to her position. The change in subject matter, though sudden, was a welcome change to her, his ramblings eliciting a smile from her. 

“ ...Pokemon battles go hand in hand with Pokemon getting hurt. It is our task as trainers to make sure that our Pokemon are taken cared of and tended to afterward. As for them being weak against Fire types... ” Her words trail off, though not due to uncertainty or hesitation, but to give pause for her change in tone. “ I find that instead of obsessing over weaknesses, focusing on what a Pokemon excels in as their strength works better. That is not to say that type weaknesses shouldn’t be taken into account-- they simply shouldn’t be what decides the outcome of a battle. ” 

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Decades had it been since Jean-Benoît stepped foot in Kanto, but his employer insisted he partook in a vacation there and, having already prepared the ticket, the butler could not reject the proposal. So here he was. The region was warped into a picture of unfamiliarity; most areas were keen on the idea of modernization, and the cities he once knew were shining and new. Overwhelmed by the difference, he thought today to amble through the scenic Viridian Forest to calm his nerves.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; Viridian Forest had become a place the Gym Leader frequented, seeking not only the solace it provided from her everyday life, but to visit its inhabitants and check up on them as well. Were it not for her position, perhaps she too, would have made the forest her home... Surrounded by nature in its full glory, living in harmony with those that lived amidst the forest-- though it certainly would have its own set of challenges, it was safe to say that leading such a life would be rather fulfilling in its own way. 

It was not to say that Erika was dissatisfied with her way of life as of now; quite the opposite, with how she was fairly content with the position she held and the opportunities that came with it. Her very reason for visiting the forest was because she was a Gym Leader and had been given a place to tend to the Pokemon that had met misfortune one way or another. Her presence was always welcomed by the forest and its inhabitants, safe for a few that were not as trusting-- much unlike it was at present.  The forest was disturbed. Was it a reckless trainer? Or someone with much more ill-intent than that..?

“ Hello there. ” Stood before her was an elderly gentleman, his attire and the way he held himself speaking volumes as to what sort of person he was. Giving herself a firm reminder to not judge his character by appearance alone, her gaze remained on the man and his Pokemon stood within the clearing as she approached the pair, careful to do so without appearing as a threat. Several ideas came to mind in regards of what had cause the forest unrest, but it would be wiser to address the situation rather than come up with hypothetical scenarios by herself. “ Is something troubling you, sir? You certainly don’t appear to be lost. ” 

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A nod of understanding was Thorton’s only response, acknowledging the Gym Leader’s apology- since she seemed the type to insist, and the quicker they exchanged apologies, the sooner he could return to the depth of his comfortable laboratory- and his expression almost cracked to reveal his true annoyance of Elmo, only for Erika to silence him in the most calm and graceful way he’d ever seen.

He observed Elmo’s face with an amused smirk, the fascinating red that radiated a n g e r and embarrassment was too tempting not to stare at, before turning his focus back to Erika with a face that gave nothing away.

“Fascinated, you say. For you to come all this way, it makes me very h- guh!” The familiar flash of brilliant light startled Thorton enough for him to choke on his spit. Instinctively, he whipped out his analyzer and signaled Roomba to battle if necessary, his arm covering his mouth as he struggled to be able to breathe properly. He glanced at Erika and took a step forward to cover her in case of an oncoming attack.

“Ah, a Lotad and- *hack* that is the special needs category tray! Elmo, what’s the meaning of this?” He faced Elmo, only to find the scientist sputtering his nonsensical excuse and Thorton simply shook his head.

“If you’re so BRILLIANT then you should have known the storage’s system, right? Everyone knows it! How ignorant can you be?” His lack of sleep and rest was starting affect his temper and shaken his usual calm demeanor. Annoyance won over when he saw the pokemon revealed to be a simple Lotad so all his lecturing was for a little leaf pokemon. “There will be consequences, for now, return the pokemon back while I escort Erika to the main battle hall.”

A burst of water gun, barely grazing Thorton’s nose, demanded silence, cutting the rest of Thorton’s words and damping his growing temper to a steam. Right now, it was Lotad’s term and she wanted- no, demanded respect and full attention as the little pokemon took a, somehow, menacing step forward, a head jerk towards Elmo, and sharp ‘-tad’. Thorton glanced at the pokemon then at the tray, his eyes narrowing at the absurdity of the situation.

“Hmm, so this is the rouge pokemon in the files. Change of plans. Elmo, you take Erika to safety and I will handle this. Carefully hand me the tray as well, it seems this little one wants it- more specifically wants her friends.” He slowly extends a hand out, ready to grab the tray only for the scientist to fumble and drop the tray with a clash-!

Simultaneously, Thorton cursed; a well-aimed Lotad’s vine whip rendered Elmo unconscious, as well as press two pokeballs free; Thorton tried to return Lotad in her respective pokeball, only to trip over Elmo’s body and crash into Erika- what mayhem! The sound of the lab door swishing open and giggles of newly freed pokemon overtook the sound of people shouting and panicked words. Thorton propped himself up, whining in mild pain and froze when he realized he was on top of Erika. Quickly scrambling up and ears red hot, Thorton offered his hand and a stuttering apology.

“I am sorry, the uh, my direction of travel and the force of impact may have…, you see? Are you injured? Please do not mistake that for anything other than an accident. And please don’t smack me.”

He glanced down at Elmo and scratched his cheek before regarding Erika with a contemplative stare. “I suppose it’s dangerous to go out there now. I suggest you stay here where it is safe while I see to this conundrum and prince charming here would be overjoyed to see his idol smile down upon him upon awakening. However,” His hand covered a part of his mouth, embarrassed to ask for help, especially since it had to do with cleaning after his own colleague’s mistake. “I understand you are a skilled trainer who specializes in grass-type pokemon, which is the very type I will be dealing with. Your knowledgeable help and expertise would help me greatly.”

[ エリカ ] ❀ ; Light. An all too familiar light, one that immediately put the Gym Leader on guard, her hand instinctively reaching for one of the pokeballs on her person, her watchful gaze flitting over to the light’s source to see what it was that would soon appear. Only for her view to be blocked by Thorton, who had stepped in front of her to shield her from any potential danger, or so it appeared to be. Said blocked view soon no longer matter as he spoke, revealing the identity of the pokemon that had been released from its pokeball. A Lotad? If her memory served her well, it was a Grass and Water type native to the Hoenn region... wait, a special needs--

Words fueled by growing irritation came to an abrupt halt following a warning so much more aggressive than she was comfortable with, the mention of the tray this particular pokeball had been on all the more accentuated by said warning. She too, had her fair share of troublemakers and hard to handle pokemon to deal with, but such a display of aggression was a whole different thing altogether. They had to be tended to with much caution, lest they were to be provoked or feel threatened and potentially cause harm to not only others, but to themselves. 

Yet it appeared caution alone was not enough. Though instructions had been given with a calm yet cautious tone, it was the smallest movement of Thorton’s hand that had triggered yet another reaction from the already agitated pokemon, a lashing whip soon to follow. Her hand that had been hovering over her pokeball had returned to her side to avoid being seen as a threat by Lotad, but it mattered little when the dual type’s undivided attention was on even the slightest twitch that came from Thorton... Pokeballs clattered against the flooring along with the now dropped tray, the intended recipient of the attack now slumped on the ground, effectively knocked out by that very attack.

It all happened before her eyes in mere seconds: the reappearance of the light, though this time brighter than before, that came with the release of a pokemon from its pokeball, Thorton scrambling in his attempt to defuse said situation, only to trip over the unconscious body of Elmo, Thorton’s body falling towards her far too quickly for her to react--

It was safe to say that all had been effectively and singularly disrupted by the Lotad, which only highlighted the delicate nature of what had occurred. Unfortunately, all that was on Erika’s mind at the very moment, was the fact that their collision had lead to herself and the Factory Head being uncomfortably close to each other, putting a complete halt to all other logical thought. She froze. And remained frozen as his weight was lifted from her body, her expression entirely unreadable as Thorton reacted to their current... predicament. It was only when words of apology were offered along with a hand to help her out that Erika snapped out of her state, a shaky smile tugging at her lips as she took his hand. 

Even the usually calm and graceful Gym Leader found herself at a loss for words after being in such close proximity with another person, only the smile and shake of her head acknowledging his words at all. It was strange, not being aware of what sort of expression she was wearing in response to what had just occurred as well as his words-- she could only hope that it proved to not betray her emotions as it always did. 

Speech only returned to Erika as her gaze settled on the scientist laid on the floor, as she shifted herself over to check on his state: “ I’m... No. I’m quite alright, but this poor fellow here... ” There was no physical harm as far as she could see, so perhaps it was simply shock that had caused him to faint. A sigh of relief escaped her lips just as Thorton began to speak once more, though disagreement initially being of her response towards his words, the very opposite being the case as he finished speaking. Her own intent had been to avoid unnecessarily involving herself in the Battle Factory’s matters in the beginning, but with all that had happened, she would have denied his request if it were to simply remain where it was safe.

" While I’d be more than happy to provide whatever help I can offer, I will need to learn more about that Lotad first. Such knowledge can only help so much, after all. ” She spoke as she busied herself with picking up the scattered pokeballs, her gaze lingering on the aforementioned Lotad’s pokeball for a brief moment before she continued. “  ...You mentioned that this tray is the special needs tray? I’d like you to elaborate on that, if possible. ”

“I, uh, guess that’s true.  I think it’s fun to help take care of the, uh, Pokémon when I, like, have time.  Most people would probably disagree.  Well, not that it’s, like, not fun but they’d disagree it’s, uh, a good way to spend your vacation, you know?”  Although she seemed like she would be the type to also enjoy a volunteer vacation.

“Yeah, Princess likes to come check up on the Pokémon here too.”  He gestured towards his Delcatty which was weaving between his legs.  “She’s really good friends with Mr. Fuji’s Psyduck.”  Whit half smiled as he looked down at her.  “But it’s also nice to get to take care of Pokémon in a, uh, much smaller group, ‘cause like, at my work there’s always, uh 30 or more Pokémon so that’s why I usually just take care of the, uh, kids.”

Whit tilted his head as she introduced herself.  That name rang a bell but he wasn’t sure which bell nor did he know where the bell existed.  “It’s nice to, uh, meet you Erika.  Any friend of Mr. Fuji’s is a friend of mine.  I’m Whit, although Mr. Fuji, uh, usually calls me by my full name Whiterby.  I know I said I don’t recognize your voice but your name is really familiar.  Where did you go to school?”  He doubted they were in school together but it was always good to check.

“Even if we were in school together you’d probably only remember me as the guy who frequently ran into door frames.”

[ エリカ ] ❀ ; His words only proved to further pique Erika’s curiosity regarding his profession, though it would certainly be a question for another time. For now, the mention of vacation days and caring for children gave her the impression that he worked at a daycare of sorts. Of course, there was also the mention of such a large amount of Pokemon and how he chose to care for the children in lieu of such a difficult task... Even with those in her care, the gym could get rather crowded at times even with a significantly smaller number, especially if a particular few were acting up or causing a fuss.

With a name provided, it finally allowed her to have a name to both call the person, as well as to connect to his appearance. It made sense that Whit would not be able to recognize her voice, but be familiar with her name, with her voice being only something those that had physically met her would have heard. But ‘school’... if it were not for the words that were to follow, her expression would have turned into a complicated mix of emotions-- instead, her expression turned into one of concern. “ I’m... somewhat concerned that you used the word ‘frequently’ there. ”

Input? Don’t mind if he gives any of that, another sweeping assessment taking place. “Well, any plants would work out, right? Some flowers, some green leaves… you know, anything to liven up the place!”

He walks, onto the concrete platform of the battleground, but without any real destination in mind than to view more of the layout at other angles. Should it be overgrown, like a jungle? Probably not, even if the idea of it was fun and fantastical to briefly picture. Or something just as flowery as the indoors gym, but then… this was an almost exciting opportunity for something new and different! A world outside the elegance of the pretty and— girly, honestly.

It was exciting, the possibility of potential, and Fire faces Erika with a bright glow about him not masked by the hood of his sweater.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; Perhaps the stark contrast of the outdoor battlefield lacking any sort of floral decor may cause it to almost appear... dead, for lack of a better word. Granted, this was the perspective of one that had not seen the potted plants were usually displayed, but even those few plants that she had could only do so much. Especially considering the vision that Fire had described to her... brows furrowed ever so slightly, hand placed under her chin as an attempted picture was painted in her mind. “ ...I see. That certainly is an interesting idea you have in mind... ” 

The gym had not been inhabited with such a dense population of flora before, having been with little to no floral decor, safe for the occasional flower or two. Contrasting viewpoints towards the newly created outdoor battlefield had caused her to resort to the potted plants-- on one hand, the nature lover that she was would love nothing more than to have any sort of introduction of nature; on the other, was it not a battlefield? Did it not serve its purpose as a battlefield simply as it was? 

Silence would remain long after Erika’s initial response, as she appeared lost in her thoughts during said silence and her attention eventually returned to Fire. “ While the idea of a playground for the pokemon in the gym’s care sounds rather nice, I usually keep the pokemon and gym matters separate. I suppose... the gym leader side of me isn’t too sure about adding too much to it. It’s a mistake I’ve made with the gym itself already, after all. ” Her companion’s mishap was not just something she thought of as a method to tease him for, it also served as reminder that she ought to broaden her mind in terms of the challengers that were to visit the gym. 

He was one of the first. That didn’t sound like a very active gym, or maybe he just had the poor luck of far too many pollen-based battles one after another. …which wasn’t the reassuring thought in his mind it should’ve been, given it was a grass-type gym. But what other explanation was it?

Just utter, completely bad luck. Sure, of course. Thanks life. And now he’d never be allowed to forget it, by the sounds of it. It wasn’t even really his fault!

U g h.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ;  It certainly appeared that she had successfully distracted him from whatever it was that had ailed him, though she wondered if that was truly what she ought to have done. His mention of it being a ‘joke’ lead her thoughts away from the initial matter-- she had used the word ‘sneeze’ quite a few times now, and it would have seem like incessant teasing at this point... A mental note was made to no longer use that word, seeing that becoming a source of annoyance, though unintentionally, was not her intention in the slightest. She listened to his words attentively, a nod given before she explained, “ An open space would allow the spores to escape into the air, rather than being confined in a closed space and irritating the nose. I suppose you’re talking about the lack of flora here... ”

“ That’s the reason I’ve brought you here. I’m curious to know what your opinion of the place is-- though you’ve kindly provided that before I’ve even asked. ” True, the land before them was quite literally nothing more than a dirt path leading to an outdoor battlefield in a field of grass, which could certainly do with any sort of decor. Said decor being several potted plants that had been moved indoors due to the rotation system that they had... but Fire was not aware of that. And his not being aware of that was something that she planned to take advantage of, an idea beginning to form in her mind. 

Though, perhaps even the few potted plants that were usually present provided little in terms of decor, so hearing from a trainer such as himself would certainly do no harm.

Whit puffed out his chest purposefully.  “Of course!  I care deeply for all my cats and treat them each with equal and, uh, loving care.  But I don’t know if I want to disturb them yet, ‘cause like, they’re still, uh, mourning and it might just make them more sad to, uh, get flung into another strange house.”  He paused as the other continued to speak.  It’s true, he would have to ask Mr. Fuji.  Despite the fact that he seemed to like Whit, he had a feeling that Mr. Fuji would probably not take kindly to what sounds like an accusation that he isn’t taking care of the Pokémon.

He scratched his cheek sheepishly at her question.  “I’m an…off and on volunteer, I guess.  I live in, uh, Unova usually but I come to Kanto, like, pretty often and when I am here I, uh, hang out at the volunteer house a lot.  I guess I just, uh, like taking care of others.”  Whit shrugged.  “I’m usually here, like, 4 or 5 days out of the month.  Just using up my vacation days.”  He was still cradling the Meowth in one arm, rocking it back and forth as it continued to slumber.  “But I guess this doesn’t count much as vacation, huh?”

His Delcatty slowly stood up as not to wake the Meowth’s around her and returned to Whit’s side, giving the other a curious look.  Unlike Whit, she could see well enough to know who they were talking to.  “Are you here often?  If you are I guess I, uh, never happen to be here at the same time, ‘cause like, I don’t recognize your voice.”

[ エリカ ] ❀ ; Uncertainty indicated proper thought being given to the subject matter. Which meant that there was no need for Erika to further question his intentions, being quite rude of her if she were to do as such. The delicate balance between providing them with what came with an owner and the time and space to properly mourn would be a difficult one to maintain, let alone solved by some simple solution. That was what caused this fellow to be in this conundrum in the first place, was it not? Perhaps Mr. Fuji had already thought of this as well, and came to a similar conclusion-- albeit lacking an actual individual willing to take on the role as their owner may have caused some bias in coming to said conclusion.

Speaking of conclusions, it appeared that she had jumped to one in regards of his position, his words providing clarification to said matter. A temporary volunteer that hailed from Unova-- a region far away from Kanto and one that she was vaguely familiar with. “ That’s a wonderful thing for you to do. I suppose I’d argue that if you enjoy coming here, who’s to say that you cannot consider this a vacation? ” A fond smile tugged at her lips as she watched him rock the slumbering Meowth in a tender manner, his aforementioned liking for caring for others apparent in those very actions. 

The slip of his face came before she even got to the torture, the mention of aromatherapy far from painting anything that was going to interest him ( perfume-y stores, that’s what he thought. was he right? didn’t matter ). but of course that wasn’t all she had to offer under her long mischievous sleeves,  and her true intentions are met with exclaims— “Oh, whatever!”

A huff, a wave of a hand to dismiss her. All the previous worries he had entered with were momentarily forgotten, as if he’d never entered with them. Erika sure knew how to become a source of grievance herself. Just like Fire always knew about her—and some people call her a lady, was a recycled point of disbelief in his mind.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; “ I’m glad that you listened to reason. It truly would have been unfortunate if you truly did, as you say fell ‘deadly ill’. ” It was not a quip or sympathetic words that were given in response, rather, a sense of tenderness that clung to her words. Much unlike how her true intentions behind those teasing words from before were hidden behind a smile, her response to Fire’s protest was coupled with a more genuine expression-- one of reminiscence. A change of expression she only allowed herself to have now, seeing that all he had as reference to her emotions was the lilt in her voice and the back of her head. 

Such was equally true for Erika, seeing that she was not able to see him, even less so be able to see such a minor detail as the twitch of his nose. All that could be seen by her was limited to the very edge of her vision, where she caught sight of the blissfully content Leafeon dozing as it basked under the filtered sunlight. She smiled.

The doors open automatically as they neared, shutting behind them after they enter a small space that contrasted greatly to their initial surroundings of the gym. Lacking the flora that dotted the interior of the gym, it appeared to be more of a connecting corridor of sorts, sunlight filtering through translucent walls and ceilings. “ You were one of the first, to be perfectly honest. Put simply, there was... a lack of space. There were some matters that had to be dealt with before I could create such a space in the gym. ” As another set of doors soon came to view, she paused before them to as they automatically slid open and turned to properly address him.

“Oh, sure, go for the low-hanging fruit.” There’s a further semblance to his natural style, his tone downtrodden but his expression far from it, something of a smile being twisted by a pinched nose and the face he throws at her reference, ugly but good-humoured. He leans forward, arms folding on his lap, back curving.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; There it was. His boyish charm was in full display, though her own teasing was no less immature-- nevertheless, what mattered to her was his reaction. A hand was raised to cover her mouth as she suppressed a delighted giggle at the sight of Fire’s expression, her eyes much like before, twinkling with amusement. Teasing words were returned and she was almost too pleased with the fact that they did, a growing smile donned upon her features as a result. Before she answered his inquiry however... 

“ Goodness, was it so obvious I was planning to take your somewhere private to subject you to the form of torture known as aromatherapy, so that no one would be able to hear your sneezes and cries for help? ” Certainly, her words could be seen as a misunderstanding on her part, but she had simply twisted the insinuation he had made with her own. There was no action on her part to show Fire if she was truly joking or not, he would have to figure it out on his own if she was ( to which, hopefully he would be able to do so by now, especially after having known her for quite some time now ). 

The corners of her mouth tugged upward, the beginning of a soft smile lending to develop on her features. Swiftly, Kalee’s left hand covered her erupt emotion before fully letting herself immerse in mirth.

‘Ahem’, she quietly cleared her throat, the aloofness of the psychic trainer returning with ease. It was as if a second ago, the raven hair was not affected by the Pokemon’s cuteness. Perchance it was the way the Pokemon responded to her, but it had brightened her day. Kalee dreaded coming back to the City that deceived her.

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[ エリカ ] ❀ ; Only after several steps had been taken by the little Grass type did it turn to see if the human was following it, where much to its joy, she was! Now that it had made sure that it was actually leading her properly, it scoured the area for any semblance of familiarity that would jog its memory. Surely it had gone past this strange colored building upon coming here... right? Right! Which meant, that the fountain it had seen was this way...? Such thoughts were expressed by the sudden halt in its steps, followed by a thrill and hopping towards a particular direction-- any uncertainties not at all outwardly shone by the grass type. That was, if Sunkern had any of such a thing in the first place. 

Jumpluff knew this misdirected, adventurous little rascal well. Meaning, it took mere minutes for Jumpluff to locate the aforementioned troublemaker, considering that it had the additional advantage of a view from above. Granted, they were in a bustling city, walking among crowds and crowds of people, but who could miss a small yellow creature that was hopping around and stopping so frequently that certain passersby gave it a variety of looks? As it began its descent, Sunkern had come to notice it as well, its eyes shining in delight in the presence of a friend ( in its mind ). 

That was, until it was sent hurtling backwards after being headbutted by said friend, tumbling for a while before managing to get itself upright. Instead, its eyes were now sparkling with excitement.