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After having been 'yawned' and passing out on TRP's floor, Seth would still be sleeping there several hours later. The female elite at least had made sure he was comfortable by putting a pillow under his head and covering him with a blanket.

Not even the sounds of her leaving the room had roused him from slumber. For there he was, now alone and snoozing soundly. He wasn't usually such a hard sleeper, but when Pokemon influence was involved... anything could happen. Not to mention he'd barely gotten any sleep at all in the past few days. His body finally getting the rest it needed.

The sound of the grate hitting the floor seemed to startle him and Seth was seemingly coming around. But when something landed on his stomach, he was definitely wide awake. "Oof!"

Blue eyes flying open, he suddenly sat halfway up and groaned. "What the hell?" he muttered while rubbing at his face. He remembered Furin using Yawn on him and came to realize he had been sleeping on TRP's floor. "Ugh."

Although aside from being stiff from sleeping on the floor, he felt amazingly well rested. But the sudden rude awakening had certainly caught him off guard.

There was pause as one of TRP's plushes fell over. He stared at it a moment and reached out to pick it up and put it back where it had been...

But then there was something on his arm and a sloppy wet lick to his nose. "F***!" Seth shouted as he swung his arm, likely sending whatever it was, flying.

Apparently his attempt to bash the little monster into the wall failed miserably. He stared into the darkness as he could hear the thing coming back toward him.

"What the hell..." It sounded like a demented squeak toy. And then the thing started to crawl all over him. "AGH!" He made a grab for it and felt fur as he pulled it off. The elite then standing and reaching for the light switch.

Seth stared at the Eevee for a couple moments before releasing it to let it drop to the floor with a sigh. It had to be one of TRP's Pokemon. Thus he resisted the urge to kick it across the room.

That's when he noticed the ventilation grate on the floor. Odd. Bending down, he picked it up and lifted it over his head to put it back in place. Since he was certainly tall enough to do so.

Grumbling under his breath, he made an attempt to smooth out the wrinkles in his uniform and straighten his hair a bit. Then picked up the pillow and blanket off the floor to place them neatly on the chair.

Its then that he decided to leave. Perhaps a shower and a shave were in order.

Seth paused in the doorway as he saw the Eevee starting to follow him, dragging TRP's prized Pikachu plush with it. The elite lifted a brow and then scowled sternly.

"Stay." He told the Eevee, pointing at the floor.

It was TRP's Eevee, she would have to deal with its antics. ... Since when did she have an Eevee anyway? Oh well. Figuring the Eevee would stay, he turned around and shut the door behind him as he left.

Good. At least it was obedient.

Seth marched down the hall, heading for his own room. He noticed the glances and gave his own usual glare in return.

However, he felt like he was being followed... and he saw some people looking behind him. The elite stopped and turned around to look.

Blinking once, Seth frowned at the agent and waved him off. "Carry on."

With that he turned back around and went on his way.

Eventually reaching his door, he went inside with a swipe of his keycard. There was nothing special about the room, it was fairly barren with the exception of the basics. Naturally there was a computer in there, a bed, the kitchenette, a bathroom and closet. The tones were neutral grays and whites, the only color being the occasional cool blues such as the bedspread. The same layout as TRP's room.

Going about his business, Seth pulled out a fresh uniform from the closet and set it aside.