[@LuckyBlackCat][@Lugubrious]

Tommy and Cici had only spent another hour out and about in the forest with as late as it had been, but both searched avidly for a Pokemon that they knew they'd find in Feyhallow. Tommy spent a good fifteen minutes listening for the Bulbasaur he knew he'd heard when they had reached town, but to his luck, never found it. He didn't know if Cici had had any luck and when they met up again on the path leading back to town, they were too tired to ask the other how the search had gone. Instead, they both returned to the Pokemon center and with yawns aplenty, turned in for the night.

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Tommy had always liked to think of himself as an early riser, because the sunrise was always worth waking up early to see back in Central City. Today, as he sat in the window sill of the open window, he played a soft [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1vjkkXD74VY]tune[/url] as the sun shown over the forest's trees. If anyone was outside or approaching his room, they'd hear him playing. Amica laid on the bed nearby, listening to her trainer play his trumpet and nodding her head along.

(Just the first song in the link. Couldn't find a shorter one.)