First Hand

[tenebrousking]

[action for 5722 Cunningham Lane]
[Grimsley's reaction to waking up in bed with a strange (beautiful) woman is surprisingly subdued. A few blinks of astonishment is all he expresses before he sighs slightly and walks towards the window to take a peek out . . . still in his hideous pajamas. This deserves a much more annoyed 'tch' of disgust before

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[backinblackcity]

Grimsley! I didn't think--wait, do you know who I am?

Deleted for obviously false information, eheh.

[tenebrousking]

[He recognizes that voice immediately, and a half-smile comes instinctively to his face. Accompanying is a subtle shift in tone.]

But of course. How could I forget? The second -but much more charming - challenger to render me an unsightly loser on the same day . . . Now you are a captivating young lass, but to appear in my dreams like this is a bit odd, I must say.

[backinblackcity]

Oh, good. Well, this isn't a dream, so that's why. This is Mayfield.

[tenebrousking]

. . . Eh? Is that in Hoenn?

[tenebrousking]

[No recognition whatsoever, alas. Instant tone shift when he realizes Caitlin's nowhere on the line, though.]

I've heard tales of those who've dreamed entire lives in the space of a single night. But I will not deny I'm confused.

[tenebrousking]

You have the advantage of me, then. Although there is a faintly reminiscent quality to the timbre of your voice . . .

Caitlin of the Elite Four, yes. Are you acquainted? Beautiful woman, ridiculous hair, sleeps like a grumpy Snorlax?

phone;

[faithfulsecond]

Pokémon League? [ does this mean you're a part of the elite four? *A* ]

[tenebrousking]

My sincere apologies for prattling on. It seems I've misjudged this hand entirely.

[faithfulsecond]

Misjudged? [Wait for it...] You don't happen to be a part of the Elite Four, do you?

[tenebrousking]

A charmingly exquisite deduction. I am Grimsley of the Unova Elite Four, master of the Dark-type.

I may as well add 'depressingly unfortunate kidnap victim' to my title while I'm at it.