[I]'This is certainly different from what I expected.'[/I] Desmond thought to himself, not expecting Rowan's methods. He liked it though, the thought of a Pokemon choosing him, while weird, was also something he thought would be heartwarming. He then, of course, thought about if none of them wanted to go with him. The thought was discouraging, but he pushed past it and assured himself that there would be a Pokemon waiting for him out of the remaining three. But what kind of Pokemon would it be? It was fun to think about what kind of Pokemon would actually choose him! Maybe it'd be tough, intelligent, or just quick-witted. There was no way to tell, until it happened.

He stood at full attention as Rowan reached towards another Pokeball. He pulled it out of the capsule, and released the Pokemon inside in a bright flash of white, soon revealing a tiny, harmless looking worm-like Pokemon known as Wurmple. Desmond himself had read about it while studying Bug Pokemon back in Orre. It stared blankly for a moment at everyone in the room, causing a bit of an awkward moment as it didn't seem quite ready to make a decision. Desmond stared back at the Wurmple, waiting to see what would happen. 

It raised the front half of it's body into the air, wiggly back and forth. Desmond raised an eyebrow at this, but soon enough had both eyes wide as the Wurmple stared at him and fired off String Shot. Desmond yelped, as the white string came flying his way, connecting with his jacket, up near his shoulder. Slowly, the Wurmple pulled along the string and began climbing up to Desmond. After a moment of simply watching, he offered his hand to the small bug so it could hitch a ride. It slowly crawled into his hand, and after he was sure it wouldn't fall, he put it up to his face. It's eyes showed that it was satisfied with it's choice, perhaps simply due to Desmond's reaction. 

"Don't judge Wurmple by it's small size. I assure you it is quite a dependable Pokemon when trusted." Rowan's comment was noted by Desmond as he smiled at the Wurmple. "Hey, little guy-" As soon as the last word came out of Desmond's mouth, the Wurmple used String Shot and hit Desmond's mouth. It almost seemed to giggle as Desmond let out multiple grunts of panic, before it crawled up closer to his face and removed the vocal binding, causing Desmond to gasp as it fell down to the floor, near his left shoe. "F-Female. Got it." He spouted out, not being able to help but laugh a little. "You know how to get your point across, don't you?"

Wurmple simply nodded, happy to have made her point. Desmond placed her onto his shoulder, then grabbed the silky webbing off the floor that had covered his mouth moments before, before finally starting to clean his jacket off. 

[Center][I]'This is going to be fun, I can already tell.'[/I][/Center]