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The Pokemon rubbed their head, seems the memory of hitting that wall still hasn’t left them.

‘Teleported into the kitchen?’

Slowly they crawled down the Human’s arm. Reaching the bubbles the leaned in to give them a sniff. When they touched one and it popped on their nose they jolted back. 

“Careful, little one. Don’t let go of my arm until you’re in, okay? The water’s not deep so you’d bonk your head on the bottom of the tub.”

Rebecca held her arm steady, her free hand ready to catch the little Pokemon in case of a fall.

“Yeah, teleported into the kitchen. That’s when we first met, I believe.”