“Actually, I technically don’t see a lot with my eyes; it’s really more of a complex system of-” I start to explain, but I’m cut off when he rudely decides to slam the door to his admittedly barren room in our faces. It’s kind of weird that someone would have a “chill zone” and behave in a way that could never possibly be construed as “chill.” I take a deep breath; now Levita seems to be [b]very grumpy[/b] as well. I don’t know how a Pokemon with no legs could storm down the hallways, but Levita somehow manages to pull it off. She could probably stare down a Bastiodon. Maybe even Rayquaza, too, if she had to.

	“It’s not a really big deal,” I say to Levita in an attempt to calm her down. “Some people are just really grumpy like that. Besides, it’s like you said; we’ll be in the big leagues some day, but it’ll be because we’re oozing in competency, confidence, and compassion. Scrooge with Extra Sprinkles over there is never going to make it that far, because he’s too abrasive for anyone to consider working with him. Which is also why we shouldn’t look like we’re going to kill someone when we try to find a roommate.” I give the Drifloon a nervous smile as I follow her through the hall, running a hand through my hair.