[center][h2][u][color=00b300]Erza Thompson[/color][/u][/h2]
[@Joshua Tamashii][@PlatinumSkink][/center]

Honestly, Erza felt embarrassed before even seeing the professor. He adjusted his scarf, nervously fidgeting with his clothes as he tried to think of a proper excuse for both his lateness and his current state. If he was a pokémon professor, the last thing he'd give a boy who showed at his door covered in soil and in a completely messy state, would be a pokémon. If Kalmia's mindset was the same as his own, he was in a possible nightmare. If all went wrong, he could try stealing some pokéballs and catching-

The door opened and his mind closed, shoving all his thoughts aside as the professor greeted him, even calling him by his name. How did she- well, no matter, the fact that she knew who he was could be taken as a positive fact. Possibly, the way she greeted him also meant that she had been waiting for his appearance. The boy immediately apologized:

[color=00b300]"You must be professor Kalmia, I'm so sorry about my delay! I had a little, uh.."[/color] The boy fell silent, the inner workings of his mind quickly functioning, searching for a plausible explanation. Before he could say anything, the woman seemed to take note of his state, addressing that he looked as if he returned from an adventure instead of being right at the initial stage of one. True.

Erza's eyes analyzed his surroundings. From the outside, he could never guess that it looked like [i]this[/i] inside. It was filled with computer's servers, the strange placement of the book-shelves bothered Erza slightly but he said nothing about it, naturally remaining quiet while following the professor. The glimpse of the slowpoke made Erza's eyebrow raise as the boy's eyes focused on the strange pokémon. He even followed it's gaze only to see... nothing. Funny. Hopefully that wasn't his first pokémon...

Finally, there was a younger girl - way younger in fact. Erza thought it could be the professor's daughter, perhaps - or a sister. Well, maybe he could ask later. 

[color=00b300]"Aah, I'm also sorry for showing up like this, professor Kalmia. I've had an eventful path in the way here. B-By the way, I'm still going to get a pokémon, right?!"[/color] Damage analysis no way, he was far more focused on the pokémon he could possibly get. And the choices he'd get. Colorful images of immensely powerful pokémon began to fill his mind, only to disappear at the startling sound of:
"[color=440e62]TUUUUUUMMMMP[/color]!"

The boy immediately leaped directly to the professor's side with an audible yelp, if anything, he was certain that the professor could handle any danger within her own lab.