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[h2][Color=641E16]| ROUTE 3: Savanah |[/color][/h2][h3][Color=641E16][i]| January 2nd, Afternoon | [/i][/color][/h3]
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[Color=rosybrown][B]They/Them[/B] Pronouns for When Referring to Rin.[/color]
[Color=E6B0AA][i]Thank You![/i][/color]
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[Color=rosybrown][i]'I'm lost . . .'[/i][/color] When Rin's lung finally released the last notes of their shriek of shame, they found that their legs had taken deep into an unfamiliar Route. Rin hadn't exactly (which meant they hadn't at all) memorized the Town Map like Umi had instructed them to, but they didn't regret it for a second. Of all the many mistakes they'd made in short succession that day, this definitely wasn't one of them. This was an adventure! This was exactly where they were meant to be! Out in nature with nothing but their pokémon and passion! [Color=rosybrown]"W-!"[/color] Rin coughed and remembered they really needed to regain their breath properly before trying to hoot with glee. Rather than rest their hands on their knees this time, Rin gave their legs a much deserved break and sat squarely on the dirt road; a little puff of dust escaping from underneath them. Unbeknownst to the Trainer, a prime example of why they needed their newest buy peered at them from behind. Despite the [i]Herracross's[/i] exceptional utility, it would overpower anything the Trainer had to put up against it, so it was for the best that Rin had unknowingly sat with their back to him. 

Inhaling acceptance, and exhaling ego, Rin reached within their PokéMart shopping bag. [Color=rosybrown]"Come on, Rin. Let's get this over with."[/color] Their left hand trembled as if they were going to put a Colbur Berry up to their lips rather than their Pokémon Whistle. [Color=rosybrown]"Do it for Olotah, do it for Gerseti . . ."[/color] Their rational half knew what was necessary, but their rash half screamed otherwise. Rin inched it closer and their face grew more scrunched by the second.  [Color=rosybrown]"Do it for Anusobeket, dammit!"[/color] With that Rin nearly choked themself when their patience with themself wore out, causing the Trainer to finally stuff the instrument in their mouth and get it over with. Getting back on their feet, maladroit fingers vaguely hovered over its various holes. Rin never was the musical type, perfering to be the dancer rather than the singer at parties, but they figured there couldn't be too much to it. It was like blowing a balloon, they told themself. While the ensuing stridulous song caused Rin to pop out their right hearing aide, they had faith they'd find just what they were looking for when they entered the tall grass. 

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