Winter smirked knowingly and stretched exaggeratedly, really wanting to rub it in that he wouldn't have to be carrying his bag. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to leave his holocaster in the bag, for fear it might be broken in Rhys' senseless yet humorous antics. As long as they weren't happening to him, anyways. The device tucked safely into his pocket, Winter took only a moment but by the time he had looked up, it was too late. The endless ball of energy and... well, more energy. 

Sighing, Winter mused to Chartarum, "It's like I'm traveling with two pokemon- three is you include Evo. And then Harmony wonders why I'm so good with the little kids and their little baby pokemon." He jested, smiling at Chartarum's expected reaction. That is, he floated with a blank stare as Winter strolled through the tourist-friendly beach community. He knew where the pokemon center was, anyways. 

"Dumbass." He growled, suddenly popping behind Rhys and striking him roughly with his palm, then turned to look at Yuki. Nonchalantly, Winter popped another Swirly Sweet Swirlix Gumball out of the tiny package and into his mouth, chewing the candy happily and wondering if it was made of real Swirlix, or if it was just a catchy name. 

Chrys could order his starmie to zap his brother, but Winter never took pokemon attacks lightly. One of the only things he couldn't stand about the twins was that they failed to understand that. Of course, they had all played with pokemon when they were younger, but that was before...

Clicking his tongue and scrunching his face at the two, Winter cockily stepped in front of Rhys and 'tsked' to Yuki. "Hey, don't be a bully." Then whispering only slightly, intentionally letting Rhys listen added, "They do not pay me enough to babysit this child. He keeps saying he's seventeen, poor kid... You see, when he was little, a psychic pokemon screwed with his mind a bit, which explains why he's such a dummy. So let's leave the poor disabled child to himself, yeah?"