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Clown and his sister, Mid. Just a buncha new trainers in this big world filled with pokèmon and bullies. Clown's twelve, younger than most trainers and his sister even younger, ten.
Clown has his small, baby Galarian Ponyta, it's fairy flowing mane flying by in the wind. This new region? New experience of course.
They're both in the largest city in the region, just next to the rough and jagged path to Victory Road before the elite four.
Mave City is large and bustling, filled with other trainers like them. Aswell as non-trainers taking a stroll all around.
"Mid," Clown says to his sister eating a brownie.
"What."
"Hold my hand, I'm not letting you get lost." Clown says to her. Mid does so, pinching his arm in the process.
"Let's go to the boutique..." Mid says, pointing to her mini map.
"No." Clown tells her. "What are you even gonna do there anyways?"
"I saved up some travel money to buy something." Mid replies.
Clown sighs, heavily. "No. We don't need to waste time here."
"Hmph." Mid crosses her arms. "Then I'm going by myself. I'm a better trainer than you anyways, I have psychic powers!" She exclaims before running across the road.
Clown accidentally detaches himself from his crazy, wild sister when he feels the burn of psychic powers around his wrist. He soon runs after her but the crowd? Oh Arceus, the crowd. It's gonna kill them both.
Okay, so maybe detaching herself from Clown was a bad idea but that's okay... atleast in her eyes. There's a big pokècenter for health, she has psychic powers, and a pretty good team of buddies.
Clown definitely knows where she'll be going. Sunset Boutique which doesn't do it's best to stand out with it's exterior design.
Mid still knows buildings for what they are, even with the sun hitting the glass and blinding the windows to creations or the inside.
She looks at the sign above the rotating doors and steps on the door mat, cleaning her running shoes and going inside.
The inside is organized, well-designed, and refined. It screams of beauty and lavishly intricate fabrics. The inside is what she expects of it to be.
"Oh, hello!" An older woman in uniform approaches her and Mid suddenly feels intimidated. "Anything you need, love?"
"Uh- can I- uh, hold on." Mid takes out a magazine from her bag. "Do you have this in stock?"
"Hm... let me check. Follow me, wouldn't want you getting lost."
Mid follows the lady to somewhere near the checkout counter. The place smells of sweet and airy fragrance, perfume of different customers still lingering maybe.
"Ooh, so we have it in different colours." The lady says to her, snapping Mid out of her thoughts. "There is black, lavender, pastel pink, and sky blue. Which one do you want? I'll bring them out if you want."
"Uh..." Mid looks at the one on the magazine. A violet jacket that does suit her. "How much for the violet one?"
"Nearly... 2,100 pokedollars." The lady answers.
"Oh so beating all those trainers in the subway was a good choice!" Mid remarks, chuckling.
"How old are you?" The lady ask.
"I'm ten, turning eleven next week." Mid answers. "It's too young to be considered a trainer going through the gym challenge here."
"Oh." The lady says. "And what are you doing here by yourself? Just to buy clothing? You should be with your parents next time."
"I know what I'm doing, don't worry." Mid says, on her tippy toes considering the counter is too tall for her. "Can I have that jacket in violet?"
"We don't have violet unfortunately." The lady says.
Mid clicks her tongue, unsatisfied with the answer this woman just gave her. "Second floor, left collection in front of the window. I have psychic powers so don't test me."
"Good eyes, kid."
"Thank you!"
Mid follows the lady upstairs, and she gets the jacket. It's violet with silver linings and black sleeves, with pockets.
"Need anything else?" The lady asks.
Mid puts on the jacket and puts the money to the woman. "Well you know... there's this dress I saw on display."
"Mid?" Clown calls out to her.
"Oh come on." Mid stomps her foot down. "It was getting fun in here."
"Mid, no, we have to go to the gym challenge." Clown says. "So sorry for her."
"No worries." The older woman replies. "She's cool, and very determined."
"See, Clown? I'm very awesome unlike you and your ugly black and red sweater." Mid says.
"It's not ugly, you're just mean." Clown replies.
"Nuh-uh. Tell him, uh... Rebecca!" Mid reads out her name plate.
"I wouldn't say it's ugly on you, but compared to the fashion of most trainers that I encounter here, it's very low on my list." Rebecca says to Clown.
"Aw..."
"See?" Mid tells him. "Look, it would look good if you put a collared shirt instead of just a long sleeved shirt. Also, it would also look good with a red scarf around your neck because obviously, normal ties won't work."
"What."
"I think a hat would look good too... or- or- hm... no, I think you just need to get your hair out of your face." Mid explains.
"Mid, no."
"Psst, come back here if you need a job in the future. Here's our card." The lady slides her a card across the counter.
"Thank you. I'm actually gonna own this place when I'm eightee-"
"She doesn't know what she's saying miss." Clown cuts her off, placing his hand on his sister's mouth.
"Well she has psychic powers, she's probably correct."
"She's hallucinating!"
"No I'm not you ugly-"
"Midddd! Just let us move on from this city!"
"No, I'm gonna buy an outfit for me, this looks ugly."
"It's fine! You're travelling in the winter!"
"Rebecca, I want that dress over there, the one with a knee-length skirt and the black ribbon around the waist." Mid says. "It says 14,000, so here!"
"Rebecca please no."
"Well, I'm here to do business. What size?" Rebecca asks.
"Small."
"Hah, you're small."
"Shut up, you cried like a loser when you lost once." Mid says back.
Rebecca brings a dress from the back, just like the one on display. Mid takes it as the lady takes the money she paid into the register.
"Okay, now wait for me, I'm gonna change into something better."
"That's already good enough, Mid."
"Shut up."