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Bella leaves in due time. She calls Sherlock a week later with one of her father's Pokémon on the other end of the line; it is learned that being boxed is sort of like having almost fallen asleep or woken up but not quite, a drowsy half-conscious state with little attention to the passage of time. It is not unpleasant, at least in this 'mon's opinion.

Three weeks later, Bella flies to Lake Acuity again.

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Bella puts that Porygon in that sweater.

"And this is the last one," she says, holding up teals-and-puffballs enticingly.

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About half the remaining Porygon become very excited about the puffballs.

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Bella laughs and waits for them to sort it out amongst themselves.

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Eventually they seem to come to an agreement, and one Porygon zooms forward and stops right in front of her, looking up, while the rest back off.

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Bella puts it in the fourth and final sweater.

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It bumps affectionately, and now puffily, against her shins.

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She scoops it up and pets it. "There," she says. "That should alleviate the pointiness problem."

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"Pory pory," says the Porygon blissfully.

"That is the cutest thing I have ever seen," says Tony from the door.

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"Porygon in terrible sweaters getting cuddled?" laughs Bella. "It's pretty cute, but I dunno, you saw Dusk's baby pictures."

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"Yes I did," says Tony. "This is cuter."

He comes in the rest of the way and scoops up the one with the funny sock.

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Bella laughs. "Where's Sherlock?"

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"Sleeping!"

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"Well, I guess the sweaters aren't going anywhere. Who are the lucky four?"

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"Orange, white, and green is Flob," says Tony. "I'm holding Butterfingers," he gives the Porygon a pat, "you're holding one of the -obs but I'm not sure which one, some of them don't answer to their names anyway."

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"Who's cosplaying an Umbreon?" Bella asks.

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"I can't tell under there!"

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"How do you tell them apart anyway?" Bella asks, gazing at the sea of less-distinguished Porygon.

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"Um... I dunno," says Tony. "I just kind of do. I mean, there's distinguishing features, I just don't really think about them much anymore? Like, when you look at somebody you know, you don't go 'oh, she's dressed like a trainer on the road and she has a cute nose and her jaw goes in a little at the sides, she must be Bella'."

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Bella feels her nose. "I have a cute nose?"

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"You do!" says Tony.

"Pory," agrees the Porygon in Bella's arms.

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"Aww." Bella pats the Porygon. "Thanks."

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Tony giggles and hugs his armful of besweatered Porygon.

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"The sweaters may be fashion disasters - well, actually the Umbreon one is kind of cute - but they sure solve the pointiness problem, huh?"

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"They diiiiiiiiiiiid." Cuddle cuddle.

"Porporpor," says the Porygon in his arms, nestling contentedly.

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"Renée will be pleased she could help. And hey, I have the pattern, if either of you guys wants to take up knitting and outfit more of the flock."