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[h3][b][u][color=f7941d]~Avery Grant~[/color][/u][/b][/h3]

Elm sure was taking his sweet time. Avery knew that the guy got distracted by his work pretty easily, heck it was one of things that he admired about the man, but usually Alfy or someone would be alert enough to hear a visitor. Or…

Or was the Professor onto something big? Like, MEGA big? A breakthrough that would revolutionize the PokeWorld?!! It had to be! Avery was grinning like an idiot, wanting to knock the door down and see for himself. He had just grabbed the door when something hit him.

[color=39b54a] “Err, hey!”[/color]

A sound.

A voice?

A sentence.

A person.

A [i][b][u]witness[/u][/b][/i]!

OH DEAR ARCEUS, BUSTED.

[color=39b54a]“Err, are, you, err….”[/color]

Avery quickly spun around, hands shooting behind his head. He held the back of his neck, arms up and elbows out. A guilty grin was plastered on his face. It was Elm. It had to be Elm. Elm was going to scold him for entering without permission.

It wasn’t Elm. It wasn’t anyone.

Huh. Weird.

A soft breeze floated by, sweeping Avery's hair from his face. And a bush had decided to fly, apparently.

Wait. No. Not a bush. Hair. Hair?

Then he noticed her.

It was someone.

She was, well, quite small. Bushy pigtails, green hat, tensed shoulders. Avery blinked. Who was she? Where’d she come from? Wow, she was small. He didn’t usually have people looking up to him. Did he? Alfy, but he didn’t count, he was just a kid. Was this girl a kid? Was she lost? She was probably lost. Avery was about to ask, but the girl repeated herself.

[color=39b54a]“Err...are you, err…?”[/color]

Err? She kept saying Err. Did she think he was this ‘Err’? Avery knew most of the people around these parts, but he hadn’t met Err. Maybe Err was a friend of hers.

Maybe Err was her dad.

OF COURSE! This little girl was looking for her father named Err. And she had mistaken Avery for him. It made sense. Although...did Err look a lot like Avery? Maybe she was blind, or just very upset. Avery understood. His thoughts got all tangled up when he was upset or angry. So he didn’t do that anymore. Better to keep his wits sharp.

[color=39b54a] “You here for, err...you know?”[/color]

Then the girl pointed to the lab. And Avery felt silly. It made even more sense. She wasn’t a lost child who thought he was her father. She was here to see Professor Elm. So she wasn’t a little kid. Probably closer to his age. Except...she thought his name was Err, and thought that Err was Avery.

Avery smiled softly at the poor, confused girl.

He laughed kindly.

[color=f7941d]“No, I’m not Err. He’s inside. I think. Although it’s pronounced ‘Elm’. He’s a pretty cool guy. I guess if you’re here to see Elm, you’re here for a Pokemon? Same here.”[/color]

Avery stuck out his hand for the chica.

[color=f7941d]“I’m Avery, your new friend. Nice to meetcha.”[/color]
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