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The Pokémon Centre was packed. It was always this way when there was a festival in town, and local trainers flocked here in droves. And even, Paul noticed, a few people who were not local. He spotted a number of trainers who were clearly travelling from nearby regions, and even a few exotic Pokémon he’d rarely seen in these parts. An excited, low-level murmur filled the brightly-lit Centre, as old companions talked, new friends were made, and Pokémon got to know each other.

But the downside was that there was a queue for the nurses’ counter.

Another happy chime, another trainer handed back his team, and the line inched forwards. The two people waiting with him were clearly getting restless. He had a feeling at least one of them had an appointment with the gym today, and Paul wondered how far in advance he’d had to book to get an appointment at festival time.

Terry, however, showed no signs of annoyance. The enormous Growlithe stayed with the line, loyally guarding his trainer. Paul found himself staring at his partner Pokémon, and the Growlithe beamed up at him.

“Lithe, lithe! Lithe!”

Terry batted a forepaw against him affectionately. That caught the attention of one of his companions, the research assistant. Who was –

He had to think for a moment. Ah, yes, Damion. Paul was always terrible with names, and that always showed when he met new people. He turned to the assistant, who was clearly eager for something to break the boredom.

“You’re quite fond of Terry, aren’t you, Damion?”

“Lithe,” chimed in the Growlithe.

Damion knelt down, and rubbed the Pokémon’s mane. Terry growled happily, a deep throaty sound.

“Well, he’s quite a specimen, isn’t he? I still can’t believe he’s real! An old adult Growlithe, unevolved, and nearly as big as an Arcanine! He’s magnificent.”

“He is that, too. And he packs a punch, too. As the leader of the Grass Gym will attest!”

Paul laughed.

“You know, out there in the square, I really couldn’t think why anyone would want to keep a Growlithe from evolving. But now, seeing you two together, seeing your bond, I can’t imagine any other avenue for you two! You’re one of the best teams I’ve seen in a long time!”

But Paul stared off into the distance. He had, in fact, imagined what it would have been like to have evolved Terry in a full-blown Arcanine. The beauty, the grace, and ... the sheer, raw power. There was something a little intoxicating about that thought. The idea of what that power could do, what it would feel like, how much –”

He stopped the line of thinking. He and Terry had decided this long ago. In any case, even if Terry did want to evolve, he highly doubted that his little imaginings would be possible, let alone safe. Humans were flexible to a degree, but there were limits.

Terry pawed at his leg, breaking him out of his reverie.

Oh. So much for daydreams!

For the line had moved on, and he found himself before the front desk. Damion and Frankie were handing over their teams to the waiting nurses.

“Hmm, guess it’s about time then, Terry. You ready?”

Terry produced a remarkable imitation of a human snicker. It seemed that Paul wasn’t the only one who’d been daydreaming. He had a feeling –

Not now, Paul.

With a bound, Terry leapt up onto the counter, and the nurses went ahead and did their work.

~

[Note: Since my old generation pipeline has ceased functioning, I’m experimenting with a new approach to see if I can recapture my former style. I’m also taking the opportunity to try out a few new styles on the way, as I come across them. This was one such experiment! This image has been edited to comply with the guidelines of e6A1.]

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