[Shaun had fallen into a routine that he knew from hours playing his gameboy huddled in the tepee with Jason, the screens lit by a pair of little dinosaur LEDs that plugged into the side of the handheld. Training for real is a lot harder and a lot more fun than just playing a game, and Shaun has become almost addicted to the rush of excitement when one of his Pokemon gets stronger. The pride he feels for his team is immeasurable.
He jumps a little when the agent sneaks up on him, and he turns around to face the man who he's quickly come to trust like family (like a fun uncle, which Shaun had never had before), hiding his Pokegear behind his back in unconscious imitation of Norman's stance as he looks up at the agent sheepishly.]
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He jumps a little when the agent sneaks up on him, and he turns around to face the man who he's quickly come to trust like family (like a fun uncle, which Shaun had never had before), hiding his Pokegear behind his back in unconscious imitation of Norman's stance as he looks up at the agent sheepishly.]
Is that bad?