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“Are you lost?” 

Norman had noticed the young trainer wandering around Petalburg while doing errands, at first deciding to let the kid think things through and figure things out before deciding to lend a helping hand to the boy. His fatherly instincts kicked in and decided to give him a bit of a push towards the right direction.

capture. accepting. 

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“…….. release me.” it demands in a low, smoke-smolder pitch, clawed fingers curling tightly around some of the thick, weighted netting draped over it’s body, making it droop into the dirt. one single eye glares at the trainer with a swirling mixture of annoyance & body-flexing anger. 

Professor Rowan was a decent man, but a difficult person to apprentice.

Gary was constantly running back and forth with loose papers, books, this and that. He was often wiped. He didn’t spend much time enjoying his youth anymore.

The youngest Oak was always hurrying along and rushing around Rowan’s lab. His favorite pair of loafers became worn. There no days off, and no real breaks until he’s allowed to retire for the evening.