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Elliott found himself saddled with two unusual pokemon. He was without the usual entourage of batty pokemon, instead he had a muted grey fox saddled in one arm, looking terribly content with their comfortable position with being carried about like the royal vulpine they were, and a carrier case that contained one slimy looking... oh, what was it called? Slugly? Elliott wasn't exactly well known on pokemon names beyond the bats, so when some sassy child shoved this majestic slimy beast on him, asking him to babysit while the teen went off to 'do stuff', Elliott was at a loss and unable to say no. Mostly because the teen had run off before given the chance.

Unsure how to handle two pokemon outside of his knowledge zone, Elliott had thought to swing by the adoption center, as if anyone knew a thing or two about pokemon of various walks of life, surely the adoption center would?

Walking into the building, Elliott was soon met with what seemed to be a ahh... party? Going on. On inquiring what the festivities was about, one of the staff informed the plight they were faced with and asked for help. Mentally, one tired Elliott sighed and melted over being asked to do the simplest of tasks, work was draining him so and he was already booked with taking care of two new pokemon... but on the outside, Elliott smiled and nodded, happy to help even if his internal self was arguing otherwise.

Noooooooooooo............... okay.

"Perhaps the two of you can be of use then." Elliott looked down at the fennekin, who was more than likely to char the hats than anything, and the sliggoo, who was... probably just going to get slime all over them. Perfect.

Of all days Elliott had decided to visit the adoption center.
He'd planned on just stopping in and taking a look around. His pop was always encouraged him to make more friends, and since he tended to make friends more easily with pokemon than with other people, he'd strongly hinted (basically made him promise that he would) pay a visit to the adoption center. He'd really mostly planned on skimming the pokemon, asking a couple questions for the future, and then going home to call his pop and say, yes, he did it, he will keep it in mind for the future, please drop it. But, naturally, the universe conspired to make him miserable, as per usual. He should have turned around as soon as he saw that there was a... thing, happening. But, ever the supportive 'friends', his zoroark and golett immediately got excited, delving happily into the crows of people and pokemon, in.... hats? At least, some of them had hats. It seemed that an increasing number did not.
He frowned, nudging past people as gently as he could as he waded through the party, looking for his pokemon.
"Zoro...? Golett? C'mon, guys, can we-- oof, sorry- can we not do this? Zoro? Zoro!" He barked at his fox pokemon, who quickly turned into... something else, and disappeared into the crowd. Just in time for one of the adoption center workers to grab him and earnestly plead for his help. He'd hardly agreed to anything before she was beaming, thanking him, and quickly shoved him into a guy holding a little grey fox in one arm and a carrier of some sort in the other?
'Great! If you two could go pick the hats up from the botique down the road it would mean a lot!!'
"Oh, wait no, I'm not-- I was just--" Aaaand, she was gone. Elliott sighed, turning his eyes to the other guy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Er.... hi? Sorry, uh, I didn't mean to get mixed up in... this? Ugh, uh..." He rubbed his face under his glasses with one hand, already feeling tired. "Sorry, lemme start over. I'm Elliott. Professor Elliott Murphy. I was just looking for my pokemon when they asked about this... getting hat thing? I-- og now you show up." He frowned down at his golett (where the heck did he come from??) as the little ghost pokemon peered into the carrier at the sliggoo inside, wiggling one stubby finger at it curiously.
"Golett, c'mon, man, be cool... sorry, Gallahad doesn't know it's rude to point."

The sliggoo looked back, just as curious... before slowly pressing its face against the bars and past it. It's gelatinous body didn't need to abide by the laws of barriers, and the carrier was more a shaded comfortable place for itself to hide from the sun rather than something to keep it inside. A warped 'shligrooo?' was given as its antenna papped away at the golett to get a look at them.

"Ah, hello Professor Elliott! I am Funeral Director Elliott!" Elliott went to offer a hand before finding that was... a wee bit difficult with his hands busy. Hm. "Forgive my manners, my hands are a little busy, so there will be no handshakes today, ahah! And do not worry about Gallahad, theeee... hm, I'm unsure what this pokemon is- anyway, they don't seem to mind. Do make friends, enjoy. Neither of these pokemon are mine anyway, so you'll also have to forgive me for not having names for either. But I suppose two Elliotts are off to complete this mission so graciously bestowed upon them, hm? I didn't exactly.. come to assist either, just get information on how to care for these two but it looks like fate decided something differently for me. If you're not interested in getting the hats though- I understand being busy!! I can simply go down there myself. There shouldn't be too many hats. And maybe this one can decide to just walk instead of being carried." Elliott shook his head at the fennekin who ruffled and gave a humored puff.

"You're wha...? Oh. OH." It took Elliott a moment to realize that the taller man was also named Elliott, and he wasn't just introducing himself as 'funeral director.' "Huh, what a coincidence. Uh, nice to meet you, Elliott." So they were both named Elliott, and they both wore round glasses. But that seemed to be where the similarities ended. This Elliott was... odd, by his first impression. He dressed kinda... victorian? And the way he talked wasn't really THAT strange... but it wasn't really that normal, either. He couldn't quite figure out what to make of him, exactly. Or those marks around his mouth.... his golett, Gallahad, on the other hand, seemed delighted by the sliggoo greeting him, making happy little rock golem noises and wiggling his fingers.
"No worries, about the handshakes... it's cool." This other Elliott was offering him an out from this ridiculous mission, but... he'd kind of feel like a heel, running out and leaving this guy to handle it all on his own. He did kind of have his hands full... literally.
"Uh, nah, it's okay. I mean, it's not like I really had plans. It'll be easier with two of us." He turned to start moving down the road in the direction of the boutique the adoption center volunteer had mentioned.
"So uh.... babysitting?" He asked awkwardly, stiffly trying to make small talk as he nodded at the two pokemon he had with him.

"Hoohoohoo." Elliott chuckled at the name-doppelgangers confusion. It wasn't often he met another Elliott, living at least, so when he did find another with his name, it was quite the hoot! "How terribly kind of you, I do appreciate the assistance... and I'm sure the adoption center does as well. Such a particular activity though, hat party. Not the sort of shindig I'd throw myself, but pokemon are a funny sort. Who am I to judge?"

The sliggoo's neck stretched out as Elliott began to walk, manipulating its gelatinous body to elongate and keep itself near Gallahad, but eventually it was going to find itself falling from its carrier if it kept up the funny business, and so it retreated back into the safety of the shade of the box. It's wavering weird calls continued from the carrier regardless though.

"Babysitting is a word for this, yes. Though, you know. I'm only going to keep up with this for oh so long, come now." Elliott paused to let the fennekin down, who didn't argue too much past the fox-equivalence of a distressed sigh before taking up step after the mortician as he continued on, "I found this one up a tree, or, sort of spectated as this one was helped out of a tree. And the pokemon in the carrier was sort of just... dropped into my lap by some rambunctious child who ran off before I could really argue. So, now I'm holding onto the gooey pokemon until their trainer comes back to retrieve them, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with the ah... oh, what was the name-- ah! Yes, fennekin. I generally don't keep fire types about me. Though, I guess they'd do wonders for a crematorium. Anywho. What was it you had plans for? I have to assume it wasn't to get yourself stuck in this mad hatter situation, hm?"

Even this guys laugh was kind of weird. He tilted his head at the older Elliott, frowning just a little. He was definitely odd, but... he didn't seem bad. He was helping the adoption center, after all, and he'd even offered to do it alone so a guy he just met wouldn't be inconvenienced. So Elliott quietly decided that he had a good opinion of the guy, even if he was kind of off. Gallahad, for his part, seemed to enjoy playing with the sliggoo, making a disappointed sound as the slimy pokemon retreated into the shade. Instead, he turned his round head to look at the little fox as they were set down, falling into pace besides the fluffy pokemon, watching with a curious glint in his glowing eyes.
"Fennekin, huh...? I don't think I've ever seen one that looks like that." He glanced back at the little fox, admittedly somewhat intrigued, before making a face at the crematorium comment. "W... would you actually use pokemon for that??" The idea seemed... pretty grim. But weren't most things about managing funerals grim?? He blinked a bit at the question, adjusting his glasses more out of nervousness than need.
"Oh, well no, uh.... it's kinda dumb. My Pop is always trying to get me to make more friends... pokemon or otherwise. He and my dad have both been talking about volunteering at the adoption center. I was really just here to appease them."

"Oh really? I don't see many at all, so I couldn't really say. Ivywood has all sorts of odds and ends that at this point I'm just like ah, that must be completely normal. Pikachu who is part centipede? Same stuff, different day. Charizard with three heads? Yawn. Noibat looking absolutely precious? That's an every day occurrence."

Said fennekin gave Gallahad a look, taking one wary step to the side to make sure the hulking rock thing didn't ruffle their fur in some terrible way. They didn't seem as friendly as the slug pokemon, but maybe they were just shy. Or snooty.

"I suppose in the same way one would use a fire pokemon to assist with lighting a fire, or helping meld metal? We wouldn't use a pokemon the entire time, two to four hours of nonstop fire breath? Awful. But just a bit of the needed kick. Perhaps my job seems a little dark, but it's normal like any other job that pokemon can work, and just as necessary!" Elliott went quiet to listen to the other Elliott's words, tipping his head some.

"Nervous around pokemon and people I take it?"

He'd been living in Ivywood since he was a child, so at first he nodded along until he mentioned a... centipede pikachu?? He'd definitely never seen anything like that, it sounded horrific. But the next moment, the older Elliott had moved on, so he elected not to comment on it. At the mention of a cute noibat, Elliotts eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oh, you have a noibat, too?? So do I! Here, lemme just-" He reached over to tug at the shoulder of his jacket, pulling down the hood in the back so that the older man could see. Tucked away, napping in his hood, was his own noibat, the fuzzly little dragon pokemon squinting at being disturbed before making a huffy sound, burying her face in the fabric to hide from the light. "I just made friends with her recently. I think she may have gotten separated from her group." He tugged the fabric up again, letting her sleep.

Gallahad made a disappointed noise as the little fox shied away, making no move to follow, but continuing to watch closely, curious. Elliott couldn't help but be a bit taken aback by the grim imagery of a pokemon burning bodies. But, from a logical standpoint, what he said made sense. An additional burst of extra heat to break down particularly stubborn organic material could be helpful. Even if it was strange to think of a cute little fox helping disintegrate bodies.

At the mention of his nerves, his body tensed just a bit, feeling called out.
"Er... yeah, I... guess that's kind of true. Less so with pokemon, but..."

Perhaps... Elliott should have explained the mechanics of a crematorium before leaving Elliott 2.0 with that thought in mind. Woops.

"A noibat? Oh I have many noibats. And a woobat, a noivern-- and well, there's many bats who tend to... hang around, hehe." Elliott's eyes sparkled at the disturbed noibat, wiggling a free finger at them, "Hello there. Sorry to wake you, please do get some rest. If she ever gets lonely, she's free to make friends with my lot.

As for you, you don't need to force yourself to socialize. It seems you have a nice handful of pokemon friends anyway? But parents are quick to worry. They just want the best for you, and sometimes they assume what they think is best, is for the best. You do what pleases you, just be mindful on what's best for you as well. If you're an introvert, but you're still able to say... go out and get a job! Wonderful. But if you're an introvert who is so reclusive you hide inside all day and that's it, well... I suppose then yes, it is for the best to go out and acclimate yourself to being around others."

Elliott glanced in the carrier he was carting around, making sure his passenger was still in there and content. The slug within wiggled in greetings, still happy with their situation.

You know, despite all the quirks, this Elliott was proving oddly easy to talk to. He couldn't help but make a 'snrrk!' Noise at the 'hanging around' joke. He had a pretty sincere love of wordplay, after all. So he listened quietly as the older Elliot gave him sincere advice. He flushed a bit at the mention of going out and getting a job. He was, technically, a professor. But...
"Erm... but what if the job I hold down is more... freelance machine design that I do while staying inside away from everyone...? Oh-" he nearly marched right past the boutique that the daycare volunteer had mentioned. The Windows were filled with hats of every size and shape. His golett made another happy sound, bolting right past the Elliotts and inside.
"Wh-- Gallahad, wait a sec-!" He pressed in after the Pokemon, who was already in a festive sombrero by the time he caught up. "Pete's sake, buddy..."

"Well, I suppose you don't need to talk to people then. Everyone handles life in different ways. Plus, who am I, a stranger Elliott, to judge your preference of being alone? I do suggest if anything, perhaps take a walk in the forest next time your parents want you to go make friends. You'll avoid having to pick up hats for a spontaneous hat party, haha."

Elliott looked up to the store, then after the golem that went rushing into the shop as they stopped, "Hm. Looks like your Gallahad is a hat connoisseur." Elliott followed on after, shifting the carrier in hand to hold it with both arms.

"Hello!" Elliott crooned as he entered the store, nodding at the store owner, "I believe the adoption center has an order of hats? I'm Elliott, and this is my associate Elliott, and we're here to pick them up if you'd be so kind." Said store owner gave them an odd, wary look... before shrugging to go get said hats. They weren't paid enough to figure out if this was a prank, and frankly they didn't care.
A walk in a forest wasn't a bad idea. It would get him out of the house, at least. He couldn't argue the benefits of getting some sun and air, even when he didn't really want to. Plus, a change of scenery was supposed to be good for creative inspiration, too. He always needed more of that. He sighed a little at his golett danced around happily in his sombrero, turning his attention back to the store associate as they brought out literal armloads of hats. It would make sense they'd need that many for a party, but geez. Elliott scooped up a bundle, handing them down to Gallahad.
"I guess he is. Don't drop any, okay buddy?" The golett shifted the pile in his arms before throwing Elliott a thumbs up. The professor smiled a little before grabbing an armload himself.
"Goof thing you didn't come here alone. There's a ton of these..."

Oh jeez, that's... a lot of hats. How did they get the funds for these hats? Elliott wished he was liquid enough to splurge money at random, unfortunately funeral directing wasn't exactly a money maker.

"Huh." Elliott lifted the carrier, "You know, you make this a difficult task to carry you about." The slugoo, shligoo, slugloo- whatever this crazy pokemon responded back with what Elliott could only assume was an apology before he attempted to juggle what he could.

"I whole heartedly agree! I appreciated you terribly for this assistance. Let's get back before they miss us too much and... drop these off and run. I'm not feeling up for too much social interaction myself." AND WITH THAT, Elliott was off to drop off the hats with his name-doppelganger to yeet these hats off onto the adoption center and go the heck home so this RP ends. The end.

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Elliott found himself saddled with two unusual pokemon. He was without the usual entourage of batty pokemon, instead he had a muted grey fox saddled in one arm, looking terribly content with their comfortable position with being carried about like the royal vulpine they were, and a carrier case that contained one slimy looking... oh, what was it called? Slugly? Elliott wasn't exactly well known on pokemon names beyond the bats, so when some sassy child shoved this majestic slimy beast on him, asking him to babysit while the teen went off to 'do stuff', Elliott was at a loss and unable to say no. Mostly because the teen had run off before given the chance.

Unsure how to handle two pokemon outside of his knowledge zone, Elliott had thought to swing by the adoption center, as if anyone knew a thing or two about pokemon of various walks of life, surely the adoption center would?

Walking into the building, Elliott was soon met with what seemed to be a ahh... party? Going on. On inquiring what the festivities was about, one of the staff informed the plight they were faced with and asked for help. Mentally, one tired Elliott sighed and melted over being asked to do the simplest of tasks, work was draining him so and he was already booked with taking care of two new pokemon... but on the outside, Elliott smiled and nodded, happy to help even if his internal self was arguing otherwise.

Noooooooooooo............... okay.

"Perhaps the two of you can be of use then." Elliott looked down at the fennekin, who was more than likely to char the hats than anything, and the sliggoo, who was... probably just going to get slime all over them. Perfect.

Of all days Elliott had decided to visit the adoption center.
He'd planned on just stopping in and taking a look around. His pop was always encouraged him to make more friends, and since he tended to make friends more easily with pokemon than with other people, he'd strongly hinted (basically made him promise that he would) pay a visit to the adoption center. He'd really mostly planned on skimming the pokemon, asking a couple questions for the future, and then going home to call his pop and say, yes, he did it, he will keep it in mind for the future, please drop it. But, naturally, the universe conspired to make him miserable, as per usual. He should have turned around as soon as he saw that there was a... thing, happening. But, ever the supportive 'friends', his zoroark and golett immediately got excited, delving happily into the crows of people and pokemon, in.... hats? At least, some of them had hats. It seemed that an increasing number did not.
He frowned, nudging past people as gently as he could as he waded through the party, looking for his pokemon.
"Zoro...? Golett? C'mon, guys, can we-- oof, sorry- can we not do this? Zoro? Zoro!" He barked at his fox pokemon, who quickly turned into... something else, and disappeared into the crowd. Just in time for one of the adoption center workers to grab him and earnestly plead for his help. He'd hardly agreed to anything before she was beaming, thanking him, and quickly shoved him into a guy holding a little grey fox in one arm and a carrier of some sort in the other?
'Great! If you two could go pick the hats up from the botique down the road it would mean a lot!!'
"Oh, wait no, I'm not-- I was just--" Aaaand, she was gone. Elliott sighed, turning his eyes to the other guy, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Er.... hi? Sorry, uh, I didn't mean to get mixed up in... this? Ugh, uh..." He rubbed his face under his glasses with one hand, already feeling tired. "Sorry, lemme start over. I'm Elliott. Professor Elliott Murphy. I was just looking for my pokemon when they asked about this... getting hat thing? I-- og now you show up." He frowned down at his golett (where the heck did he come from??) as the little ghost pokemon peered into the carrier at the sliggoo inside, wiggling one stubby finger at it curiously.
"Golett, c'mon, man, be cool... sorry, Gallahad doesn't know it's rude to point."

The sliggoo looked back, just as curious... before slowly pressing its face against the bars and past it. It's gelatinous body didn't need to abide by the laws of barriers, and the carrier was more a shaded comfortable place for itself to hide from the sun rather than something to keep it inside. A warped 'shligrooo?' was given as its antenna papped away at the golett to get a look at them.

"Ah, hello Professor Elliott! I am Funeral Director Elliott!" Elliott went to offer a hand before finding that was... a wee bit difficult with his hands busy. Hm. "Forgive my manners, my hands are a little busy, so there will be no handshakes today, ahah! And do not worry about Gallahad, theeee... hm, I'm unsure what this pokemon is- anyway, they don't seem to mind. Do make friends, enjoy. Neither of these pokemon are mine anyway, so you'll also have to forgive me for not having names for either. But I suppose two Elliotts are off to complete this mission so graciously bestowed upon them, hm? I didn't exactly.. come to assist either, just get information on how to care for these two but it looks like fate decided something differently for me. If you're not interested in getting the hats though- I understand being busy!! I can simply go down there myself. There shouldn't be too many hats. And maybe this one can decide to just walk instead of being carried." Elliott shook his head at the fennekin who ruffled and gave a humored puff.

"You're wha...? Oh. OH." It took Elliott a moment to realize that the taller man was also named Elliott, and he wasn't just introducing himself as 'funeral director.' "Huh, what a coincidence. Uh, nice to meet you, Elliott." So they were both named Elliott, and they both wore round glasses. But that seemed to be where the similarities ended. This Elliott was... odd, by his first impression. He dressed kinda... victorian? And the way he talked wasn't really THAT strange... but it wasn't really that normal, either. He couldn't quite figure out what to make of him, exactly. Or those marks around his mouth.... his golett, Gallahad, on the other hand, seemed delighted by the sliggoo greeting him, making happy little rock golem noises and wiggling his fingers.
"No worries, about the handshakes... it's cool." This other Elliott was offering him an out from this ridiculous mission, but... he'd kind of feel like a heel, running out and leaving this guy to handle it all on his own. He did kind of have his hands full... literally.
"Uh, nah, it's okay. I mean, it's not like I really had plans. It'll be easier with two of us." He turned to start moving down the road in the direction of the boutique the adoption center volunteer had mentioned.
"So uh.... babysitting?" He asked awkwardly, stiffly trying to make small talk as he nodded at the two pokemon he had with him.

"Hoohoohoo." Elliott chuckled at the name-doppelgangers confusion. It wasn't often he met another Elliott, living at least, so when he did find another with his name, it was quite the hoot! "How terribly kind of you, I do appreciate the assistance... and I'm sure the adoption center does as well. Such a particular activity though, hat party. Not the sort of shindig I'd throw myself, but pokemon are a funny sort. Who am I to judge?"

The sliggoo's neck stretched out as Elliott began to walk, manipulating its gelatinous body to elongate and keep itself near Gallahad, but eventually it was going to find itself falling from its carrier if it kept up the funny business, and so it retreated back into the safety of the shade of the box. It's wavering weird calls continued from the carrier regardless though.

"Babysitting is a word for this, yes. Though, you know. I'm only going to keep up with this for oh so long, come now." Elliott paused to let the fennekin down, who didn't argue too much past the fox-equivalence of a distressed sigh before taking up step after the mortician as he continued on, "I found this one up a tree, or, sort of spectated as this one was helped out of a tree. And the pokemon in the carrier was sort of just... dropped into my lap by some rambunctious child who ran off before I could really argue. So, now I'm holding onto the gooey pokemon until their trainer comes back to retrieve them, and I'm not entirely sure what to do with the ah... oh, what was the name-- ah! Yes, fennekin. I generally don't keep fire types about me. Though, I guess they'd do wonders for a crematorium. Anywho. What was it you had plans for? I have to assume it wasn't to get yourself stuck in this mad hatter situation, hm?"

Even this guys laugh was kind of weird. He tilted his head at the older Elliott, frowning just a little. He was definitely odd, but... he didn't seem bad. He was helping the adoption center, after all, and he'd even offered to do it alone so a guy he just met wouldn't be inconvenienced. So Elliott quietly decided that he had a good opinion of the guy, even if he was kind of off. Gallahad, for his part, seemed to enjoy playing with the sliggoo, making a disappointed sound as the slimy pokemon retreated into the shade. Instead, he turned his round head to look at the little fox as they were set down, falling into pace besides the fluffy pokemon, watching with a curious glint in his glowing eyes.
"Fennekin, huh...? I don't think I've ever seen one that looks like that." He glanced back at the little fox, admittedly somewhat intrigued, before making a face at the crematorium comment. "W... would you actually use pokemon for that??" The idea seemed... pretty grim. But weren't most things about managing funerals grim?? He blinked a bit at the question, adjusting his glasses more out of nervousness than need.
"Oh, well no, uh.... it's kinda dumb. My Pop is always trying to get me to make more friends... pokemon or otherwise. He and my dad have both been talking about volunteering at the adoption center. I was really just here to appease them."

"Oh really? I don't see many at all, so I couldn't really say. Ivywood has all sorts of odds and ends that at this point I'm just like ah, that must be completely normal. Pikachu who is part centipede? Same stuff, different day. Charizard with three heads? Yawn. Noibat looking absolutely precious? That's an every day occurrence."

Said fennekin gave Gallahad a look, taking one wary step to the side to make sure the hulking rock thing didn't ruffle their fur in some terrible way. They didn't seem as friendly as the slug pokemon, but maybe they were just shy. Or snooty.

"I suppose in the same way one would use a fire pokemon to assist with lighting a fire, or helping meld metal? We wouldn't use a pokemon the entire time, two to four hours of nonstop fire breath? Awful. But just a bit of the needed kick. Perhaps my job seems a little dark, but it's normal like any other job that pokemon can work, and just as necessary!" Elliott went quiet to listen to the other Elliott's words, tipping his head some.

"Nervous around pokemon and people I take it?"

He'd been living in Ivywood since he was a child, so at first he nodded along until he mentioned a... centipede pikachu?? He'd definitely never seen anything like that, it sounded horrific. But the next moment, the older Elliott had moved on, so he elected not to comment on it. At the mention of a cute noibat, Elliotts eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oh, you have a noibat, too?? So do I! Here, lemme just-" He reached over to tug at the shoulder of his jacket, pulling down the hood in the back so that the older man could see. Tucked away, napping in his hood, was his own noibat, the fuzzly little dragon pokemon squinting at being disturbed before making a huffy sound, burying her face in the fabric to hide from the light. "I just made friends with her recently. I think she may have gotten separated from her group." He tugged the fabric up again, letting her sleep.

Gallahad made a disappointed noise as the little fox shied away, making no move to follow, but continuing to watch closely, curious. Elliott couldn't help but be a bit taken aback by the grim imagery of a pokemon burning bodies. But, from a logical standpoint, what he said made sense. An additional burst of extra heat to break down particularly stubborn organic material could be helpful. Even if it was strange to think of a cute little fox helping disintegrate bodies.

At the mention of his nerves, his body tensed just a bit, feeling called out.
"Er... yeah, I... guess that's kind of true. Less so with pokemon, but..."

Perhaps... Elliott should have explained the mechanics of a crematorium before leaving Elliott 2.0 with that thought in mind. Woops.

"A noibat? Oh I have many noibats. And a woobat, a noivern-- and well, there's many bats who tend to... hang around, hehe." Elliott's eyes sparkled at the disturbed noibat, wiggling a free finger at them, "Hello there. Sorry to wake you, please do get some rest. If she ever gets lonely, she's free to make friends with my lot.

As for you, you don't need to force yourself to socialize. It seems you have a nice handful of pokemon friends anyway? But parents are quick to worry. They just want the best for you, and sometimes they assume what they think is best, is for the best. You do what pleases you, just be mindful on what's best for you as well. If you're an introvert, but you're still able to say... go out and get a job! Wonderful. But if you're an introvert who is so reclusive you hide inside all day and that's it, well... I suppose then yes, it is for the best to go out and acclimate yourself to being around others."

Elliott glanced in the carrier he was carting around, making sure his passenger was still in there and content. The slug within wiggled in greetings, still happy with their situation.

You know, despite all the quirks, this Elliott was proving oddly easy to talk to. He couldn't help but make a 'snrrk!' Noise at the 'hanging around' joke. He had a pretty sincere love of wordplay, after all. So he listened quietly as the older Elliot gave him sincere advice. He flushed a bit at the mention of going out and getting a job. He was, technically, a professor. But...
"Erm... but what if the job I hold down is more... freelance machine design that I do while staying inside away from everyone...? Oh-" he nearly marched right past the boutique that the daycare volunteer had mentioned. The Windows were filled with hats of every size and shape. His golett made another happy sound, bolting right past the Elliotts and inside.
"Wh-- Gallahad, wait a sec-!" He pressed in after the Pokemon, who was already in a festive sombrero by the time he caught up. "Pete's sake, buddy..."

"Well, I suppose you don't need to talk to people then. Everyone handles life in different ways. Plus, who am I, a stranger Elliott, to judge your preference of being alone? I do suggest if anything, perhaps take a walk in the forest next time your parents want you to go make friends. You'll avoid having to pick up hats for a spontaneous hat party, haha."

Elliott looked up to the store, then after the golem that went rushing into the shop as they stopped, "Hm. Looks like your Gallahad is a hat connoisseur." Elliott followed on after, shifting the carrier in hand to hold it with both arms.

"Hello!" Elliott crooned as he entered the store, nodding at the store owner, "I believe the adoption center has an order of hats? I'm Elliott, and this is my associate Elliott, and we're here to pick them up if you'd be so kind." Said store owner gave them an odd, wary look... before shrugging to go get said hats. They weren't paid enough to figure out if this was a prank, and frankly they didn't care.
A walk in a forest wasn't a bad idea. It would get him out of the house, at least. He couldn't argue the benefits of getting some sun and air, even when he didn't really want to. Plus, a change of scenery was supposed to be good for creative inspiration, too. He always needed more of that. He sighed a little at his golett danced around happily in his sombrero, turning his attention back to the store associate as they brought out literal armloads of hats. It would make sense they'd need that many for a party, but geez. Elliott scooped up a bundle, handing them down to Gallahad.
"I guess he is. Don't drop any, okay buddy?" The golett shifted the pile in his arms before throwing Elliott a thumbs up. The professor smiled a little before grabbing an armload himself.
"Goof thing you didn't come here alone. There's a ton of these..."

Oh jeez, that's... a lot of hats. How did they get the funds for these hats? Elliott wished he was liquid enough to splurge money at random, unfortunately funeral directing wasn't exactly a money maker.

"Huh." Elliott lifted the carrier, "You know, you make this a difficult task to carry you about." The slugoo, shligoo, slugloo- whatever this crazy pokemon responded back with what Elliott could only assume was an apology before he attempted to juggle what he could.

"I whole heartedly agree! I appreciated you terribly for this assistance. Let's get back before they miss us too much and... drop these off and run. I'm not feeling up for too much social interaction myself." AND WITH THAT, Elliott was off to drop off the hats with his name-doppelganger to yeet these hats off onto the adoption center and go the heck home so this RP ends. The end.