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Lorie chuckled along as the woman explained that her question had been way too broad to answer. In reality the chuckle came out dry, almost getting stuck in Lorie's throat. She knew the question had been a bit broad, but had hoped it would've been enough. Kicking dirt, Lorie eyed Sneasel. The little devil was seemingly getting along with the trainer's Bulbasaur swimmingly. Lorie bit her tongue, remaining silent until the trainer asked her if she saw the Umbreon.
[color=#bd0087]"Uh.. Yeah, it's over there, I think,"[/color] Lorie replied, pointing ahead of them. Sneasel gave a cry as if to agree with his purple haired travelling companion.
When the woman asked if Lorie had a pokedex, she nearly froze. Recovering quickly, the orphan answered nonchalantly: [color=#bd0087]"P-pfft, obviously. I just forgot it at... Home,"[/color] Lorie lied quickly, trying to hide her patheticness. Because that's what she was. Pathetic. A homeless girl who wasn't really even a trainer, not officially. She didn't have access to fancy tools such as pokedex or pokenav, and that did hurt her more than she would've liked to admit.
But what would this random woman think if she knew Lorie was just a nobody? Yeah, no chance. It wasn't like Lorie's lie would ever catch up to her. Hopefully. It wasn't even such a big deal.
[color=#bd0087]"What's that one called?"[/color] Lorie then asked, nudging towards a trainer walking down the street with his pokemon: a pale unicorn with a flaming mane (Rapidash).