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Clik!
He was finally up. He had forgotten to switch his alarm sound to something other than a Jynx cry for the third time in a row.
"Honey, Breakfast is ready!"
"I'll be right down, mom. Just give me a moment or two."
First, he would change his alarm sound. Better do it now than to put it off and forget again. He decided to make it a random Pokémon's cry.
Next, he'd change into actual clothes. He was pretty sure by this point in his life that pajamas with a horde of Pikachu eating various berries were not something you wore in public.
After that, it was breakfast time. Oatmeal with a sweet berry assortment, a glass of Razz berry milk, and scrambled Pidgeot eggs. It was a huge breakfast.
"Mom, that was delicious. Although I kind of would like to know… why did you make such a massive breakfast?"
"Don't you remember the biathlon you signed up for, son?"
"Oh dang, I can't believe I forgot!"
"You did practice, right, honey?"
"Yeah… I was skating around yesterday. I forgot why I was doing it about partway through."
"Did you remember target practice as well?"
"Aw, for the love of… I gotta go, mom! I love you!"
He rushed out the door. He kept his rifle in a hidden room, inaccessible from inside the house. He grabbed it, a couple boxes of ammo, his eye and ear protection, and made a break for the target range.
