there is a blob of purple that suddenly appears in thomas' line of vision. that kind of purple is strangely rich in color for something that assaults his nose, and he can't help but twitching it as he approaches the woman who had released the pokemon. his hands are in his pockets, letting words pop into his head but not spilling out of his mouth. not yet, at least. he glances at the trainer(?) and throws the first thing that he theorizes. "is your...your grimer going in there?" his voice is soft, but it is a simple question, so he does not struggle with the words as much. his eyes catch the scarves on the display. one of them is pretty and bold, dancing like a lick of fire. he wonders if the woman is looking at it too, or maybe it's just him.

"that scarf is...nice. do you want it?" the shop is closed, though. closed early for today, in fact. he imagines that it might be because the owner needs to do something important today, like attend his daughter's birthday party or an anniversary where his lovely wife waits for him by the candle's glow, with plates laid out for him and they--

he forgets what is going on and why he was thinking about it in the first place, and then remembers the grimer. the poison type looks like it's going to enter the shop. "your grimer looks like purple pudding. will they have fun in the shop alone?"

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notes: this is...hard lol