Carefully, Tobias pointed his finger out, passing it over the buttons on the Pokeballs. With a slight nod, he turned to look at the Professor.
"Can I take a look at them?" he asked with deep interest.
"Take your time," Sycamore responded with a nod.
Slowly, Tobias moved closer and clicked in one of the buttons. For a moment, nothing happened, until he withdrew his finger and the ball snapped open, releasing a burst of light. The light took shape, and soon, a slim, blue frog like creature with a bubbly clump behind its neck was sitting where the ball had once been. Tobias took it firmly by the sides and lifted the Pokemon slightly, looking into its eyes. It felt a bit lighter than it looked, and had a cool moisture to its skin.
"That's Froakie, the Bubble Frog Pokemon," Sycamore informed him.
"A water type, huh?" the boy mused aloud before speaking mostly to himself, 'There sure are a lot of those, huh. Is that the best way to start?' he pondered, remembering his mother's Slowbro.
Setting the Froakie down, he then moved over to the next ball. Pressing the button in a similar manner as before, he watched as much the same thing happened, only this time, an elegant, yellow canine form appeared before him.
"Ah, Fennekin," Sycamore dictated as Tobias moved to be eye-level with the Pokemon, "Fire types can be tricky to raise, but many people find them to be rather rewarding."
Tobias then turned and clicked the next button. The light flashed much the same way as it did the other two times, and in its place, a brown and green creature with a very round head now stood. It glanced curiously at the other two Pokemon before looking at the boy with what looked like skepticism.
"Chespin, the Spiny Nut Pokemon," Sycamore recited from memory, listless tilting back his head.
Before the Professor could continue, Tobias moved curiously closer to the creature. With a testing hand, he knocked slightly on the green portion of the creature's head, and was shocked to find it rather hard. The Pokemon scrunched his mouth, then reached up and did much the same to the boy, but with a mischievous smirk. The boy laughed, then picked up the Chespin, causing it to make a sound that was like a chortling whistle, which sounded a bit like a laugh in return.
"I choose Chespin," Tobias declared, standing before the Professor proudly, looking him right in the face.