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“The City of Fragrant Flowers,” or more widely known as Cherrygrove City, was a neat little town tucked between the edge of Route 29’s pine forest, and the Goldenrod Bay. The buildings were closely clumped together, and the brick streets that wove around them were more akin to a hiking trail than the asphalt roads of Goldenrod City itself. Flowers of a magnitude of colors bloomed from every apartment terrace, and even more could be see on the distant rolling hills of Route 30. And, if the sweet scented wind was anything to go by, the city was aptly named.
It was still early in the morning, no more than an hour or two past sunrise, and Jason was sat outside a boardwalk cafe near the Pokemon Center he had bunked in the night before. His view was gorgeous; nothing but the deep blue water of the ocean cresting upon the sandbanks, and the gentle curve of the bay’s white beaches as far as his eyes could see. He let out a contented sigh, watching as the condensation from his breath rose into the chilly air. Absentmindedly, he zipped up his red leather jacket.
A snout nudged his right arm, and he knew to lower his shoulder. Cyndaquil’s tiny paws clambered up his bicep, and he plopped himself down on Jason's shoulder, letting his body warm his trainer's ear. Jason reached into a small bag and pulled out a fat orange berry. His partner’s snout immediately began to sniff the air, and Jason raised his hand to offer the Magost Berry to him. Cyndaquil's front forelimbs grasped it, and he guided it to his mouth.
"You're never not hungry, are you?"
“The City of Fragrant Flowers,” or more widely known as Cherrygrove City, was a neat little town tucked between the edge of Route 29’s pine forest, and the Goldenrod Bay. The buildings were closely clumped together, and the brick streets that wove around them were more akin to a hiking trail than the asphalt roads of Goldenrod City itself. Flowers of a magnitude of colors bloomed from every apartment terrace, and even more could be see on the distant rolling hills of Route 30. And, if the sweet scented wind was anything to go by, the city was aptly named.
It was still early in the morning, no more than an hour or two past sunrise, and Jason was sat outside a boardwalk cafe near the Pokemon Center he had bunked in the night before. His view was gorgeous; nothing but the deep blue water of the ocean cresting upon the sandbanks, and the gentle curve of the bay’s white beaches as far as his eyes could see. He let out a contented sigh, watching as the condensation from his breath rose into the chilly air. Absentmindedly, he zipped up his red leather jacket.
A snout nudged his right arm, and he knew to lower his shoulder. Cyndaquil’s tiny paws clambered up his bicep, and he plopped himself down on Jason's shoulder, letting his body warm his trainer's ear. Jason reached into a small bag and pulled out a fat orange berry. His partner’s snout immediately began to sniff the air, and Jason raised his hand to offer the Magost Berry to him. Cyndaquil's front forelimbs grasped it, and he guided it to his mouth.
"You're never not hungry, are you?"
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