Chapter vii: Falkner? I hardly know her!

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Violet City, spring of 2021

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Violet City, spring of 2021

Violet City, spring of 2021

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"... Hey, at least it was valuable training", Maple tried, receiving no answer from the blond boy she had accompanied to the Pokémon Centre, "right?... Kid?". She turned, having previously been too focused on her PokéGear to look at him: Luck was snoring, deeply asleep on one of the Pokémon Centre's couches, mouth wide open and covering his face with his newly-signed comic book. One of his legs was propped up on the seat and the other hung lazily at his side, his arms following a similar pattern: one was hanging, almost touching the floor, and the other was rested on his Cyndaquil, who soundly slept on his stomach, curled up and accompanying the boy's concert with his very own small snores.

Maple caught herself chuckling, her frown souring at herself. She shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Luck? Luck Lewis?".

The boy sprung up, the booklet falling from his face and Seven rolling off the couch in the shape of a fuzzy sphere, the deep-sleeper barely waking up from the impact as he hit the floor. Luck wiped the drowsiness off his face, trying to tame his frizzy, big blond hair as he got up and walked to the front desk at the reception, "I'm here!".

A pink-haired nurse smiled kindly at him and his very apparent drowsiness, holding her hands together, "your Houndour has regained all of her strength", she chirped.

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