Samuel woke up few hours later from his afternoon nap. He stretched wide, while looking around he was struck by confusion, his whole room looked different he realized. He rubbed his eyes for a moment and looked around in daze.

"What in the name of all that is pokemon happened here" He only had one answer.

He checked the fridge for a quick snack, but found nothing and decided he should go shopping.

A quick trip to the local market to get some foodstuffs and snacks, he found himself back on the sofa, snacking on a sandwich.

A moment later. His new guest awkwardly hobbled down the stairs having a large towel wrapped around its body with the ruined silk cloak underneath. The steps it took were uneven showing its unfamiliarity in moving down them.

Samuel did wonder about the uncanny familiarity his guest had with Human stuff.

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Waking up suddenly of stomach pain, Anya quickly slipped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. 'It must have been the meat...' She thought while awkwardly operating the toilet.

While taking her time, she pondered about her new-ish body, important and relevant things like her true capabilities of eating meat, she really didn't want to give up on that unless absolutely necessary.

Other things she thought of were ideas on how to write comfortably, shame that computers weren't that popular here, or maybe 'now' was the better term.

She had noticed while cleaning, that Samuel had an old school type landline phone with an odd rotary dialing system, the only reason she knew it was a phone was that it looked like the 'phone' icon she had on her smartphone. Still she had no idea how to use it...

Even though she was still tired, she made a decision to not go back to sleep and took a quick refreshing shower, the taps in Samuel's house were all lever type that could be operated by pushing it up for more, down for less, left to warm and right for cold water, not being rotary was really a godsend? Arceussend?

Anyways she imagined the horrors of using a wet, slippery twin rotated taps with her cutters that barely had any grip at all.

Showering done, she shook her body to get most of the water off, noticing that there weren't any towels left here. She stood at the bathtub, using her cutters to remove the excess droplets on her body, she did not want to accidentally damage the wooden flooring on the hallway. Now mostly dry she stepped out of the bathroom.

She went to 'her' room and inspected her 'clothes', they were mostly dried. She had been quite tired after cleaning the whole house, that she didn't notice exactly how bad of a shape her 'clothes' had become, only now when she looked at them did she see, the holes from scratches and bites, the blackened marks from the fireballs and the tears she had made when cutting it herself.

Anya sighed and left them hanging on the clothesline for now, she had grown used to wearing them and now without the cloak covering her, she felt bare, exposed and embarrassed for some reason. 'Pokemon are supposed to be naked' she tried to reason with herself, without success.

In the end she still wore the broken cloth, but arranged them a bit differently this time by quickly rotating the layers a bit so that most of the holes did not match, hiding a bit more of her bare body and wrapping a large towel around her.

Clothed and decently covered, she went downstairs and saw Samuel quietly eating something at the sofa from the stairs. Samuel also noticing her as she awkwardly moved down the steps.

"You were upstairs? You seem to have been quite busy, did you clean the whole place?" Samuel greeted her while chuckling a bit. "Imagine my surprise when I woke up and I saw that, hanging in front of me" He said while casually pointing at a white shirt hanging from the makeshift clothesline Anya had made, causing her to chuckle a bit.

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"Anyways, I am thankful for what you have done but, how in the name of the first one did you manage to clean the whole huge house and know how to use the washing machine and the other equipment..."

"Next thing you tell me you use the toilet as well, instead of the litter box?" Anya looked away cheeks flushing. "No way..." "Ye-yesterday you said that you were not a trained pokemon, was that a lie" he said after composing himself. Anya just simply shook her head, she had made a mistake she thought, 'who would have thought that a pokemon acting like a Human wasn't the best choice of action' she berated herself. It was not like she was intentionally deceiving him.

Anya mentally shrugged, what is done is done. Hopeful that her mistake doesn't cost her, her life... She went to the fridge and opened it, it seems like Samuel had went to the store and had bought some 'actual food'. Anya gently pulled a bag of pokemon berries out of the fridge and carefully removed a pair of Oran from it, before putting the rest back inside the fridge and closing its door.

She carried the Oran berries to the table and carefully munched on them, trying her best not to get the juices all over the place. All the while Samuel was detangling his thoughts. Samuel was thinking hard, an unknown, never before seen pokemon had suddenly appeared in his life and caused much of his previous knowledge about pokemon and their intelligence to be totally demolished. All of this because of a single bug-type? His thoughts soon went into a different direction, maybe this pokemon was actually one of the never seen before legendary or mythical pokemon of the world. There were multiple new discoveries about pokemon in the yearly release of pokedex.

He warily opened his mouth and asked his new companion a serious question, one which he deeply hoped to be not true. "Are you a legendary pokemon?" his face hardened, Anya looked at him, made eye contact, his body went stiff, it was only a couple of seconds but to Samuel it felt like a lot more. In the end the bug-type shook its head, He wasn't entirely sure if Anya was actually lying or not. He continued his question "If not a legendary, then are you a mythical pokemon?" 'better' he thought in relief. Anya shook her head again in denial and waved her in dismissal, her mind currently occupied. 'Something's fishy' they both thought almost at the same time.

Anya thought that Samuel acting weird and asking odd questions was suspicious, but understandable considering the situation. Samuel on the other hand had a feeling that Anya was hiding something important about herself, be it her being a legendary, mythical or something else entirely.

Finished eating the berries and feeling content at the moment, she decides to try out one of her ideas of how to communicate with Samuel. She stood up and went to the kitchen counter where she had left the piece of paper and the pen from the police office.

Holding a pen with a sharp cutter proved to be quite difficult task for Anya, the notion of not having any fine movements on the tip of her arms, not to mention the lack of an opposable thumb or a pincer to hold on to things.

Samuel curiously looking at her doings curiously, from the sofa. Anya put one of her cutter into her own mouth and coughed by accident when she pushed too deep, after a moment of calming down she tried it again.

"What are you doing?" asked Samuel, who had silently crept closer. Anya looked at Samuel while holding her right cutter inside her mouth, blinking few times. Not getting anything else from her, he came closer and looked at the table in front of him, which held a piece of paper and a pen. Curiously he looked at Anya again, inspecting her action.

Anya being a bit disturbed by the constant staring, causing her to be a bit more nervous than she would have liked. She used her cutter to cautiously prod inside her mouth trying to hook the silk.

Soon she found the spot inside, while pressured caused her to feel like something sticky was slowly running into her mouth, she compared it to the feeling of having snot falling on her nostrils as a Human but, instead from the nose it came from somewhere inside of her mouth.

She stopped pressuring the spot and twirled what came out around her cutter before taking it out, sure enough her cutter was thinly covered in sticky white silk.

Carefully grabbing the pen with the now sticky cutter trying to align the tip with the tip of her cutter for maximum coordination. All the while Samuel looked at her with a burning fascination and excitement flaring in his eyes.

Done at last, she was quite pleased at her set-up, moving the pen to the paper showed no problems but the moment she tried to write something, she noticed a glaring problem, her silk was way too flexible to hold the graphite pen steadily in place when applying pressure, causing the lines it made to be very uneven and most importantly not straight enough for writing.

She tried applying more silk around the cutter to better the hold but the problem still persisted. A bit downcast from the first idea, she still had another in mind, It would still require her to attach something to her cutter, but didn't require pressure to write anything.

She stubbornly continued to practice, it took her a while to get used to maneuver the pencil across the paper smoothly to make some barely 'coherent' letters and symbols. It wasn't the most comfortable position to write in she noted. All was not lost as she still had other ideas for communication.