[center][h1][color=ec008c]Alexandria "Alexis" Deva[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3]At the Pokemon Center[/h3][/center]
[@LuckyBlackCat][@Heckno12]

"[color=ec008c]They're fine. They're a little bruised, but that's why we're here[/color]", replied Alexis, following Sophia.

Yuki hopped up into Alexis' arms. Alexis petted the little point at the top of the Snorunt's head, which caused Yuki to make a sort of satisfied humming sound.

"[color=ec008c]Honestly, though, They would probably be in worse shape if not for my Snorunt. She saw me get a little...angry at the gym leader, and stopped me from making a bad decision. She planned to play things smart. We lost, but at least we made him look like an idiot.[/color]"

Alexis hugged snorunt a little tighter. She didn't know why, but she just didn't like the way that gym leader talked. He talked down to them in a way that made it seem that felt belittling. Telling people how to be...It just didn't feel right. There was teaching, and then there was controlling the way someone grows. How can someone grow on their own, if people keep telling them how to be, or what to do? At least, that was Alexis' view of him, anyway.

"[color=ec008c]...I hate people like him.[/color]"

[center][h2][color=39b54a]???[/color]
In the Pokemon Center[/h2][/center]

[@Dusksong][@LuckyBlackCat][@Noxx]

"[color=39b54a]Hm?[/color]"

The boy's attention was taken by two women that had asked him questions. They were both pretty, but his mother always told him not to talk with strangers unless he was absolutely sure that they were nice people. At the moment, he was still assessing that quality, so he only responded with a simple,

"[color=39b54a]Hello.[/color]"

His voice was soft and high, almost girlish. He addressed the two who had asked him questions, an took a moment to stare at them. He judged if they were the kind of strangers that could be spoken to. The lighter blonde woman seemed nice enough, but the dark blonde one...She was a little eccentric. Still, they seemed alright to the boy. Besides, if they did anything, he was sure that his Maractus would literally chase after them and beat them with her maracas.

"[color=39b54a]I don't know. Edea likes to dance while she fights, though.[/color]"

The boy tilted his head a bit. He had gotten himself into a conversation, and he doesn't even know who these people are.

"[color=39b54a]Who are you?[/color]"