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Listening to the woman's explanation and steeling herself under the returning sharp gaze, Lorie felt even dumber.
[color=#bd0087]"O-oh,"[/color] the purple haired girl replied as she saw the pokemon from the picture. She had seen that pokemon before, probably, but that wasn't what had made Lorie's mouth run dry. This woman had a pokedex. A real, actual pokedex. Lorie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something stupid.
There it was again - that feeling of unfairness. Not all people had the same starting point, and for some reason Lorie had been one of those unlucky people. It made the young trainer bitter and a little more than just envious, making her view those with better lives than her with distain.
[color=#bd0087]"Right, well,"[/color] Lorie deadpanned, her demeanor clearly kind of awkward. Trying to hide the worst dirty patches on her jacket, Lorie straightened her posture and took Sneasel's clawed hand in her own calloused one. [color=#bd0087]"If you need help locating it, or something, Sneasel's pretty good at, uh, finding things,"[/color] Lorie fumbled with her words, nodding at the small pokemon by her side. Wow, being nice really wasn't her strong suit. Meanwhile Sneasel gave a nasal cry of its name, its sharp gaze confident.
Maybe she just wanted to find the Umbreon herself, but for now it seemed like a good idea to tag along with this woman to find it. If Umbreon was an evolution of Eevee, it was a rare pokemon. And if it was wild... Well, all the more interesting.