"Had better." There is a brief flicker or recollection as the anti-septic scent of a hospital room intrudes into his thoughts. He balls the memory and crushes the thought back into the background. "Had worse. May I?"
He helps himself to a chair, and lowers himself into it, deftly hooking the crook of his stick against the table for storage.
"Hell of a day, yesterday. Anyway, if we're going to be travelling together at the Prof's request, I figure it wouldn't hurt to have a more reliable means of reaching each other than relying on serendipity."
He fishes out his Pokedex, offering to exchange numbers.
"That said... Doesn't mean anything to an old Ginger Town boy like myself but is it just me or do the local 'Mons seem somewhat... riled... around here? Having to deal with Ekans and Mankeys on the road back to back isn't the most normal of things, all things considered. But then again, given I'm not from around here... this could be normal for all I know."
He ponders the question for a moment, idly reaching down to scratch his growlithe between the ears. He reaches around to repeat the motion with the Paras, but noticing it backs away slightly, he lets his arm drop down to his side.
"And the Ralts. How's it holding up?"
He helps himself to a chair, and lowers himself into it, deftly hooking the crook of his stick against the table for storage.
"Hell of a day, yesterday. Anyway, if we're going to be travelling together at the Prof's request, I figure it wouldn't hurt to have a more reliable means of reaching each other than relying on serendipity."
He fishes out his Pokedex, offering to exchange numbers.
"That said... Doesn't mean anything to an old Ginger Town boy like myself but is it just me or do the local 'Mons seem somewhat... riled... around here? Having to deal with Ekans and Mankeys on the road back to back isn't the most normal of things, all things considered. But then again, given I'm not from around here... this could be normal for all I know."
He ponders the question for a moment, idly reaching down to scratch his growlithe between the ears. He reaches around to repeat the motion with the Paras, but noticing it backs away slightly, he lets his arm drop down to his side.
"And the Ralts. How's it holding up?"
