[Where can Grell Sutcliff be found on this lovely Sunday afternoon? On the outskirts of Goldenrod City and away from work, of course! By a small pond at the beginning of Route 35 to be exact, judging by the video taking place
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(Quite suddenly, the peace of the sunny scene by the pond is broken by a thunderous cracking of branches from the nearby wood. A man gives a startled shout and, several loud crashes later, Arthur and his Charizard come tumbling through the brush. When they land, it's in a pile of derpy dragon and disheveled-looking prince.)
That really couldn't have gone any worse. (Arthur looks up from where he's trapped under his Pokémon and, to his relief, spots Grell.) Thank god-- A little help, if you don't mind?
It was meant to be a flying lesson. (Aland gives his trainer an apologetic look.)
...Right. (Once Grell's close enough, Arthur surveys the situation again.) Grab the base of his wings and help him get a leg up-- if you can do that, I should be able to get out from under him.
It has wings, doesn't it? (Arthur slips out from under his Pokémon and, finally able to get his hands on the Pokéballs at his belt, frees one and draws the Charizard back into it. To Grell, he offers a nod of thanks.)
I apologize for interrupting whatever it is you were doing. (A pause, and then his eyes narrow slightly in recognition.)
That really couldn't have gone any worse. (Arthur looks up from where he's trapped under his Pokémon and, to his relief, spots Grell.) Thank god-- A little help, if you don't mind?
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... Well that was unexpected.
Grell responds appropriately:]
You really ought to let others know when you're going to be sneaking around in trees. It makes you look like a stalker otherwise.
[And then she comes over to help.]
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...Right. (Once Grell's close enough, Arthur surveys the situation again.) Grab the base of his wings and help him get a leg up-- if you can do that, I should be able to get out from under him.
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I apologize for interrupting whatever it is you were doing. (A pause, and then his eyes narrow slightly in recognition.)
...We met at the Radio Tower, right?
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[She shakes her head.] Don't you worry about it, dear. I wasn't doing much anyway!
[Then she nods. She doesn't forget a handsome face.] We certainly did! How have you been?
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