In an attempt to seem competent to this new face, a futile one due to the pink mark that had formed on his forehead, T.J. stood up straight and tried his best to look Gavin in the eye. How short the man was surprised him. It was rare that T.J. had someone his own age or older than him that he could actually look down on.

Surpressing an urge to apologize for being taller, T.J. introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Timothy, o-or T.J. if you prefer something simpler," he said making very sure to avoid the word "shorter". "Or have you already heard my name? I'm sorr- I'm mean, I'm sort of new at pokemon training, so I hope I don't get in your way." He began to smile cautiousy as he nervously twiddled his fingers over Dancho's pokeball.