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Demetrius could feel his pulse pounding in his head, pain radiating from the place where the football had made contact. He had no doubt that he'd have a decent-sized goose egg sprouting from his melon soon enough, but that was something he would have to take in stride. He had a Rhyhorn now and that was all that mattered to him; his heart was filled at the expense of his body. It wasn't until he heard a voice that he became consciously aware of his position, instantaneously flinging himself into a desperate attempt to find his glasses and hide the app that was open on his phone. 

His left hand reached out to grope the grass for his glasses as he moved to his knees, miraculously managing not to kneel upon the set of spectacles and not bump into the concerned young woman. Soon enough, his hands were on the wire-rimmed coke bottles and he was settling them on his face, all in what seemed to be an eternity but - in reality - had only been ten seconds, tops. Finally, he remembered to stutter out a sheepish response so as not to seem entirely rude, though it should have been obvious that he was an awkward individual from the get-go.

"A-Ah, yes, I'm alright." Short, sweet, and to the point. The dark-haired youth wobbled to his feet, pocketing his phone and brushing stray strands of grass from his legs and torso. Luckily, there seemed to be no grass stains. He hated dealing with stains, mostly because they had already set into his clothing before he finally attended to the laundry piles.

The boy turned to face the female, blue eyes wide. His hand unconsciously moved to his head once more as he looked at her with his buggy-eyed stare, only to blush deeply. "I-I should probably go somewhere else," shame was evident in his voice, and he wanted to go check out the stats on his Rhyhorn before he got too involved in conversation. "B-But thank you for checking up on me!" The words fled his mouth as a convict would flee his cell, but as he was bowing his head ever-so-slightly he noticed the app open on the female's phone. 

"You're a trainer, too?" The words carried with them a sort of childish incredulity that would lead most to believe that Demetrius didn't think girls trifled with Pokémon, but that wasn't the case at all. He just hoped she'd be on his team, because then they could conquer gyms together! Of course, he was getting ahead of himself, and he should probably slow his roll before he weirded her out. That said, he could barely contain his excitement, despite his throbbing head. "Which starter did you choose?"