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"Thanks!" Claire said to the cashier, walking to a deserted area by the wall so she could find room to put her Potion and her Pokeball into her bag, glancing over at her Charmander as he waddled around the room.

And then she noticed Amy, sliding on the slippery tiled floor - from a mess that her Charmander had made - and quickly decided to rid of the evidence.

"See what you've done with that? All you've been doing is making messes!" Claire hissed to her Pokemon, who had been exploring. He stopped in front of her former classmates - ...Ali? Yeah, that sounded right - his gaze staring up at her. It would be menacing, almost challenging, if it hadn't been on such a sweet face.

"Charlie, don't be harassing Ali. She didn't do anything to you," she called. The girl shifted from foot to foot - and it was then she noticed the Chimchar. She zipped her backpack up and stood, shouldering it, and walked over to her Charmander, picking the monster up and, while he was preoccupied with the staring contest against the other Fire type, she snatched the can of corn from his grasp.

"Char!" It was something other than a grunt or whine, and she walked over to the trash can, throwing the mangled item in the trash. Now he was shooting her a dirty look, as if to say he hadn't been finished with the can yet.

"Sorry about him," she said, looking at the Chimchar and offering him a smile. "He's... very curious. And very hasty," she said. "There's so many fire types!" For a moment, she wondered what she'd have done if her mother had gotten her a Squirtle or something of the like. ...The thought didn't last long. She loved her Charmander and Charmanders in general.

"Ouch! DIdn't I feed you this morning, you little punk?" She said, gasping as the Charmander bit down on the arm that was holding him against her hip. It was the only way she'd found that kept his flickering tail away from her clothing - short of holding him out in front of her - and seconds later she felt him scramble against her side. For a moment she was afraid he was going to light her hair on fire, feet on her shoulders, and moments later the small dragon was curved around her head, paws on her hairline and his head scanning the room, but staring down at the Chimchar. It was like the added height made him feel superior to the monkey, and the way he voiced his next statement - "Char." - was proud, almost arrogant, by human terms.