"You..." The muscle under his left eye twitched. "You left your bag at the pokemon center? You idiot!" Winter hissed. Though he could easily stand his friend, Rhys being late irked him, especially when he thought the other really cared. As the wannabe coordinator asked if he wanted to see his routine, Winter grumbled and shrugged, knowing his childish friend would show him regardless of what he said. 

Icy eyes widening, pokemon and trainer both had their mouths open to tiny 'o's as Evo jumped from star to star. A tactic that might prove slightly useful in battle, but in Winter's opinion was too appearance-oriented. Chartarum wailed excitedly. More than a few times, Winter and Rhys had battled. But since one had a normal type and the other had a ghost, they didn't get much done. Now that Evo knew shadow ball, though....

Winter smiled at the thought of future battles, but crowned once more as Rhys asked him. How did the other know he had a soft spot for purple? "It sucked. Get a new hobby." Winter grumbled angrily, cheeks tinged a red hot fury. Then, sighing at the shorter boy, nodded. "I liked it, but it feels a little lacking. When are you going to evolve Evo? Once you do that, your routine will be a lot better!" He suggested.

Then, Chartarum tucked under an arm like a book, the trainer grinned, "Well? What are we waiting for? Isn't it time we got going?" That was how their relationship worked. Neither of them liked to stay angry or to hold a grudge. And while it may seem lime Winter took more blows in the relationship, he put Rhys through quite a lot too. Grinning, he took off his bag and hung it around Rhys' neck. "Because you were late, you have to carry my bag for the day." He declared triumphantly, rocking on his heels.