Tobias sat for a moment at the steps of the yellow stone building, catching his breath. He felt safe here- all he'd have to do was open the door and walk in, and there'd at least be someone else there to help. Letting out a sigh, he unshouldered his backpack and undid the buckle. Reaching in to the slightly open sides, he withdrew a bottle of water, wincing as the plastic pressed against his hands. Rolling his eyes, he unscrewed the cap as the blood began to pool. Carefully, he poured the water over his hands, clearing the rocks and blood from the torn skin.
"Shoot," he mumbled, "Well, so much for a good morning..."
After his hands were clean, he stood, taking a moment to stretch before turning to knock on the door. If Tobias were paying attention, he would likely hear the sounds of a Pokemon approaching from behind, but at the moment, that wasn't on his mind.