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Hello, Smash Academy! I'm, um... new here. My name is Oren (^_^)/. I'm a Sylveon. A recent transfer from Capcom High, pretty new in town, you know...

Okay, listen （￣□￣;）I'm skipping the pleasantries and just cutting to the chase. I noticed that the coffee shop my ex-classmates recommended to me is boarded up and "closed until further notice." That's creepy enough on its own, but the earthquakes don't help anything.

But I need coffee. I mean, GOOD coffee. The swill in the cafeteria is garbage. Please tell me there's another coffee shop open somewhere else. Anybody?

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Jon quirked an eyebrow.

"You know, I hear that more often than I'd like." he replied. "There are several Pokémon here who have had poor experiences with trainers. You can rest assured that the trainers here are of a superior caliber, and your rights as a person come before anything else. You'll not be randomly set upon by anyone and their team. And if anyone tries... let me know."

Jon took Pokémon rights pretty seriously.

Oren managed a light smile in acknowledgement.

"Thanks. That's reassuring, at least. ..A little. Forgive me if I'm not that easy to forgive and trust when it comes to trainers."

He squirmed a little. How many times had he heard that before? Not word-for-word, he admitted, but the same sentiment. He was realizing this resentment went deeper than he originally thought.

As they approached the taller buildings, Oren took the opportunity to change the subject.

"So, where is this amazing coffee shop of yours?"

"There's nothing to forgive." Jon replied. "If you've had poor experiences, then that's the fault of the trainers you've met. It's not a failing on your part. At least you're strong enough to talk about it - That's a good step towards healing. At some point, I'll introduce you to Chiyo, my Vaporeon partner - Her experiences were so bad that when she arrived at the Academy, she was a bundle of nerves and on edge all the time. Could barely bring herself to say anything to anyone. But she's grown into an outgoing, caring and energetic girl."

He smiled at Oren. He could literally blather about his team All Day if you let him so luckily the subject was changed.

"It's two blocks ahead, one block to the east. Not far. They also serve tea cakes and over priced breakfast type foods, if you're of a mind to have something to eat."

Oren smiled weakly and simply nodded. He didn't know what to make of Jon's enthusiasm for his team. He felt as if he should be okay with it, but for some reason he couldn't explain,... he wasn't. It felt wrong somehow to him. Was it just the thought of a self-aware being 'belonging' to someone? No, that wasn't it, though it seemed close...

Oh well. He could mull it over later. Coffee was imminent!

"Ooo, I could go for a morning bun, or a coffee cake!!" His mood was visibly lighter at this point, what with him nearly bouncing around as they walked on. Jon had said the magic words! "Have you ever had a Crumble Coffee Cake? They're to die for!"

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Jon would have been the first to agree on the concept of one person belonging in any way shape or form to another person. But that was besides the point right now.

"Ah, no. I'm really not much of one for sweets - they do a ham and egg croissant here which I quite like." he replied. "But in the main, I come here for the coffee."

It wasn't far, now.Jon's sensitive nose could pick up the scent easily.

"...also, I'm allergic to chocolate."

Oren could smell it, too. He could feel his nerves instinctively relaxing at the promise of caffeine. It was enough to almost make him zone out completely and miss Jon's reply. Almost.

"... Allergic?" he exclaimed. "So you haven't tried the... the Café Mocha?! You poor soul! Mochas are ambrosia for the modern world!" He genuinely felt bad for the werewolf, but as much as he meant what he said, he also realized how ridiculous the statement was. He grinned lightly. Thinking it over, Jon's allergy made sense, what with him being wolf-like and all.

"I shall take your word for it." Jon replied with a shrug and a very light chuckle. "I've not tried them, obviously. I prefer my coffee unsweetened and black and if I've a mind to, I'll ask for a few extra shots of espresso."

Hey, when you have to do like four hours of Kung Fu before 9:00am it pays to be super awake!

They arrived and Jon grabbed the door. Ladies first and all that chivalrous nonsense that was in vogue back in the 1940s.

Oren cringed at the thought of black coffee, but then considered the fact that it's an acquired taste. He should cut it a break. Even if it was pretty "blech." Besides, if you wanted to taste great coffee, it was best to do so without "additives" to muck it all up.

"Thanks," he smiled graciously as he stepped into the shop, thinking. "Mmm, you smell that? It smells like ~~victory~~ HAPPY is what it smells like is what it smells like!"

He stepped in line. There was maybe... ten people in front of them.

"Ugh," he grunted under his breath. He hopped in place anxiously. "Look at this line. I hope these people hurry it up...!"

"I'm sure they'll be as expedient as possible - No-one wants to stand in line for any longer than necessary, in my experience."

Hopefully none of the bleary eyed teenagers in line ahead of them were about to prove him wrong.

"So, what do you enjoy beyond coffee? By way of food, I mean. Pokéblocks? Poképuffs?"

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