A silver-haired rocket grunt with glasses

Eventually, Ash's gaze caught someone in particular.

An elderly rocket grunt, silver locks had been done up in an exquisite bouffant. Cats-eye glasses served to accentuate her faded blue eyes. A light coat of makeup covered her face, pale pink lipstick on wrinkled lips being the biggest draw in the future elderly lady's book.

A black team rocket uniform covered her saggy body, clearly meant to be a sign for Ash to focus on her. Even if the fact that she was out in the open all the odder. Especially while wearing heeled knee-high boots.

"She's... perfect." Ash thought, trying his hardest to hold in the excitement echoing about his mind. Yes. She would be the one to take after. While he couldn't be an exact match, he could at least get close.

Forcing his gaze back over to her, the future elderly lady watched his target head off. No doubt in the direction of a Team Rocket base. That, or her home here in Pallet Town. While tempting to just follow her, it would likely not be worth it. Instead, he could begin taking the steps to becoming like her.

At the same time, something about following echoed about Ash's mind.