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Ash is roughly five years old. The little boy was yet again being watched by the Oaks while his mother was out. Grinning, the little boy looks up at Daisy with wide, innocent eyes from his coloring sheet. It was of an eevee.
“Daidy,” Ash says, his words a little off. He had a small lisp from a recent loose tooth. “Give this to Gween. He holds the paper up, his names messily printed with the S backwards. “He really cool.” So it seems the little toddler had a small small crush on Green Oak.


















