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The curtains in Jordan's room, whether home or here at the dorm he was still newly arrived at, were always left open to let the light in. It was also a handy way to wake up, when the sun rose and the rays shone in through the window. Thanks to that Jordan was up early most days, rising with the sun, never before it; he wasn't a masochist after all.

It also helped that Pamela, being a bird, was more sensitive to dawn and dusk and was always happy to be an alarm clock if Jordan waking natural didn't happen. She didn't need to squawk that morning though, just bop her trainer's head with her soft pom-like feathers when he squinted at the light in his sleep and then turned over. After a few taps Jordan let out a snort, followed by a long exhale through his nose, and then pushed himself up. It never took long for him to rid himself of sleepiness, so after stretching his arms up high over his head and rolling his neck along his shoulders until he heard a satisfying pop, he smiled brightly at his Oricorio. 

[color=darkorange]"Morning!"[/color] he greeted her. Pamela just stared at him with her eyes lightly squinted and her beak part way open, leaning back away from him a little. Jordan gave her a strange look, then caught a whiff of himself, which she must have smelled when he stretched. The red head rolled his eyes, tossing his pillow at her (which she neatly dodged). [color=darkorange]"Oh [i]whatever[/i], I just woke up!"[/color]

Jordan flipped the covers off of himself and hopped out of bed, digging around for some easy clothes to slip into. Pamela flitted over to him, still standing on the futon, peeping and pointing to the adjoined bathroom. 

[color=darkorange]"Just gonna get sweaty again so I'll do it later,"[/color] Jordan replied, tugging a pair of dark joggers on over his boxers. Then he went over to the desk where two pokéballs sat. With a tap to both of them, his Boltund and Electabuzz were released into the room. It was suddenly a lot more cramped, especially with the Raitaro towering over the average size of his species on top of being bulkier too. 

The Electabuzz stomped around the side of the bed and directly towards the mini-fridge that Jordan had immediately bought once he moved in and saw the provided rooms did not have them. The issue with Pokémon that had thumbs: they could get into anything and everything. It was in the middle of throwing an equally dark muscle shirt on after petting Bolt that Jordan caught Raitaro taking a pack of hard boiled eggs out of said fridge and dumping the whole thing into his mouth. Then reaching for the second one. [color=darkorange]"Hey! No! Pam!"[/color]

Pamela flew over to snatch it out of the Electabuzz's hands, much to the latter's disappointment. He grumbled and looked at Jordan over his shoulder, putting on his best pouting face. It was actually rather scary, but it worked on his trainer.

[color=darkorange]"Aw, fine. Pam-Pam, egg 'im."[/color]

The Oricorio let out a sigh and flicked one of the eggs at Raitaro, who caught it in his mouth. On the other side of the room, Jordan was pulling out a sealed tub of more Pokémon friendly food. He caught Bolt's eye, tossed the berry into the air and watched the dog Pokémon expertly stand on his hind legs to catch it.

[color=darkorange]"Nice. One more,"[/color] Jordan said, tossing it a bit higher this time so that the Boltund had to jump. Then he turned his grin towards Pamela and Raitaro. [color=darkorange]"Now you guys. Then egg me!"[/color]

The next few minutes were a back and forth of trainer and three Pokémon tossing food around the room for each other to catch. Anything that missed their mouths was cleaned up by Bolt, though it was rare that any of them failed a catch. They'd have to get proper breakfast later on, but their daily morning jog came first.

Jordan and his team were out the door shortly after, doing a little warm up stretching in front of their building. Then, they were off.

"O- Ri- Co- Ri- O- Ri- Co- Ri-" Pamela chanted from the back of Bolt, alternating which arm she raised as she kept the group's pace even. Bolt himself never minded the passenger, as light as she was. Jordan kept up with the Boltund, breathing even and steady as they looped the academy grounds. Being more of a sprinter, Raitaro started lagging by the third lap.

"Buuuuu...!" he called from a few paces behind the rest.

[color=darkorange]"You're doin' better buddy!"[/color] Jordan called back to him. [color=darkorange]"Couple more to go!"[/color]

They passed a few of the facilities -the training field and cafeteria among them- and a couple people that Jordan nodded greetings to, but they wouldn't stop until they got their laps in. While the ran, Jordan considered his next stop of the day. The locker room showers in the pool area he'd spied the other day were probably the closest place to sort of freshen up without going all the way back to the dorms, but he'd also heard they had a sauna and even hot springs here which sounded pretty good!