He awakens with a jolt, the lingering threads of unreality draped across unused synapse disappearing with the veil of sleep. It's an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar ceiling, but exhaustion claims it's own.
Winston is still snoozing in the corner of the bed. Moran has somehow managed to go to sleep in it's food bowl.
Taking the opportunity, he checks and rechecks his gear quietly, making a mental note of the low growl of his stomach.
"JEN ALWAYS DID SAY YOU WORKED TOO HARD."
Uh huh.
"TAKE BETTER CARE OF US, MAN. WE'VE GOT PEOPLE RELYING ON US NOW." The officer adds with a chuckle.
Why don't you go play in traffic.
"STILL NOT A MORNING PERSON, HUH." The officer smiles, and walks away. "GO GET BREAKFAST. I MEAN IT."
The mottled black and white egg sits heavily on the bedside table. He runs his hand across the smooth shell, retreading his mental notes again - Egg to Quickbeam in Telperion. He ruminates on it for a moment, but brushes away the thoughts. He's a doer, not a breeder by any stretch. Don't ask too many questions about the job. That only gets messy.
Sweeping the floor clear of food pellets and crumbs, he finally awakens his companions.
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Vincent totters down the stairs from the second floor of the Pokemon Center, bag slung across his back, Growlithe bounding the stairs ahead of him to wait patiently in the lobby. Behind him, still wearing the food bowl over its head clatters the Paras, following at a cautious distance, determined not to get left behind by the squishy pink thing that apparently provided food.
He's dressed simply as usual, black jacket and dress pants contrasting sharply with the white inner shirt. As usual, his trademark black shoes, buffed clean of the dust of yesterday's exertions, round out the look.
Dropping off the keys to his room at the counter, he glances back at the younger trainer waiting in the lobby, the mask of boredom visible across his face.
Winston pads over and plops himself on his butt at a respectful distance, staring at the Ralts that accompanied Nathan. It snuffles curiously.
"Morning, Nate. You're in early. Had plans for today?"
Winston is still snoozing in the corner of the bed. Moran has somehow managed to go to sleep in it's food bowl.
Taking the opportunity, he checks and rechecks his gear quietly, making a mental note of the low growl of his stomach.
"JEN ALWAYS DID SAY YOU WORKED TOO HARD."
Uh huh.
"TAKE BETTER CARE OF US, MAN. WE'VE GOT PEOPLE RELYING ON US NOW." The officer adds with a chuckle.
Why don't you go play in traffic.
"STILL NOT A MORNING PERSON, HUH." The officer smiles, and walks away. "GO GET BREAKFAST. I MEAN IT."
The mottled black and white egg sits heavily on the bedside table. He runs his hand across the smooth shell, retreading his mental notes again - Egg to Quickbeam in Telperion. He ruminates on it for a moment, but brushes away the thoughts. He's a doer, not a breeder by any stretch. Don't ask too many questions about the job. That only gets messy.
Sweeping the floor clear of food pellets and crumbs, he finally awakens his companions.
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Vincent totters down the stairs from the second floor of the Pokemon Center, bag slung across his back, Growlithe bounding the stairs ahead of him to wait patiently in the lobby. Behind him, still wearing the food bowl over its head clatters the Paras, following at a cautious distance, determined not to get left behind by the squishy pink thing that apparently provided food.
He's dressed simply as usual, black jacket and dress pants contrasting sharply with the white inner shirt. As usual, his trademark black shoes, buffed clean of the dust of yesterday's exertions, round out the look.
Dropping off the keys to his room at the counter, he glances back at the younger trainer waiting in the lobby, the mask of boredom visible across his face.
Winston pads over and plops himself on his butt at a respectful distance, staring at the Ralts that accompanied Nathan. It snuffles curiously.
"Morning, Nate. You're in early. Had plans for today?"
