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[h2][Color=641E16]| Sunsay Town |[/color][/h2][h3][Color=641E16][i]| January 2nd, Early Afternoon | [/i][/color][/h3]
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[Color=rosybrown][B]They/Them[/B] Pronouns for When Referring to Rin.[/color]
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[B]"Hi there!"[/b]

[Color=rosybrown]"Hey,"[/color] Rin replied with a cliped tone as one hand strummed it's fingers anxiously against the counter while the other did the same to their chin. Rin was still watching the doors of the Pokémon Center like they were afriad Death itself would come walking through. No, Death would be infinitely less terrifying . . . just so long as Death wasn't a gorgeous woman; Rin would probably die a second time if she was upon meeting her. Having been tuning out the cashier, Yeri's voice in the back of their made made them remember there manners and listen to the rest of what he had to say.

[B]"Just check out the monitor behind me here. All the prices are listed."[/b]

[Color=rosybrown]"Great, great, great,"[/color] they rushed under their breath, voice tight. [Color=rosybrown][i]'Why did they have to be as pretty as people said they were . . .'[/i][/color] the trainer groaned within their head before chancing another glance back to the door. [Color=rosybrown][i]'Bad idea!'[/i][/color] Sunsay's Nurse Joy entered just as Rin had peeked; as if Arceus wasn't cruel enough, she just so happened to look back at Rin, and their eyes met across the room. [i]Rowlet's[/i] would envy the speed in which Rin twisted their head back around. [Color=rosybrown][i]'Very! Bad! Idea!'[/i][/color]

[B]"Just select your items and hand me your Pokedex. And we'll have you checked out in a jiffy!"[/b] If Rin's skin were any lighter the heat in their cheeks would make them indistinguishable from the Cheri Berries in their pouch. Fumbling with their backback, Rin whipped out their Pokédex and started mashing buttons on the automatically synced screen; flashing red the many times Rin panicked fingers clicked on more things then they could afford. Still, they didn't they dare take the time to properly select anything, instead they hastily and randomly adjusted the quantities over and over. In the back of their mind they already knew what they really needed, and so desperation made the choices for them. While Rin also didn't have the time for pride, their face still pinched upon tapping one particular item. Shoving the Pokédex in the man's hands, Rin impulsively began tapping their both feet. The cashier read over Rin's order list agonizingly slow.

[b][u]INITIAL Balance:[/u][/b] [color=LemonChiffon][b]40TP[/b][/color][LIST]
[*] [u]Standard Pokéball[/u] [b]×[/b] < 3 > [B]~[/B] [color=LemonChiffon][b]9TP[/b][/color]
[*] [u]Great Ball[/u] [b]×[/b] < 2 > [B]~[/B] [color=LemonChiffon][b]16TP[/b][/color]
[*] [u]Pokémon Whistle[/u] [b]×[/b] < 1 > [B]~[/B] [color=LemonChiffon][b]15TP[/b][/color][/LIST][b][u]Total:[/u][/b] [color=LemonChiffon][b]40TP[/b][/color]
[b][u]REMAINING Balance:[/u][/b] [color=LemonChiffon][b]0TP[/b][/color]

Rin had to physically restrain their hand from snatching what they needed to take. They could hear Nurse Joy's heels clacking against the tile floor, and Rin feared every step. Calmly the man placed each item in plastic bag which was a smattering of advertisements and lopsided business logos in blue upon a white backdrop. The [i]very[/i] same second the shopkeep's hand [i]hovered[/i] over Rin's bag with their new Pokémon Whistle, the teen practically used [u][b][i]Quick Attack[/i][/b][/u] when they turned around only to slam right into the cause of their anxieties. 

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When their foreheads collided Rin knew it was done for.
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[Color=rosybrown][b][i]"I'M SORRY!"[/i][/b][/color] 
. . .
That sustained, forty second exclamation was the last anyone had from Rin
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[I]before they shamefully dashed into Route 3.[/i]
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[Sub][sub]~To this day in Sunsay, some say that when you see your crush, you can still hear the ghost of the flustered, femaric fan's ego~[/sub][/sub]
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