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[center][h2][color=red][u]Kristoff Wise[/u][/color][/h2][/center]
Kristoff watched as the captain turned himself around, remaining still and getting himself to stand upright properly like he was standing in order, out of a sense of respect. Listening to him introduce himself while ignoring the feeling of his Cyndaquil kicking him surprisingly hard in the stomach accidentally, shifting around inside his shirt. [b]“Quil...”[/b] Char chirped peeking out briefly only to quickly bury himself back into the shirt seeing the other individual looking back. The immediate reaction was to greet speaking his name back, however instead giving an inquisitive look and a slight smile once he nonchalantly spoke his name. 

[i][color=ed1c24]“Impressive, I mean I suppose a captain should be aware of whose on his ship, but still rather inspiring, if only I was good with names...or anything.”[/color][/i] He pondered inside his head, nodding with a grin, in response to his words. [color=ed1c24]“Thank you.”[/color] He added in a cheerful albeit loud tone of voice, not wishing to pry any longer. As Char popped his out curiously hearing the battling starting, as Kristoff gently rubbed the part that was kicked, also observing the three trainers starting the pokemon fights with the sailors.

[color=ed1c24]“You seemed interested, you know we could always battle the winners after...”[/color] Kristoff teased Char as Cydnaquil's head ducked right back into the shirt. Kristoff chuckled a little, seeing him behave so predictably was always cute and funny to see. [color=ed1c24]“I was only kidding.”[/color] He replied gently, while still watching each trainer, able to pay attention to each of them equally well. Noticing the water getting on some of his clothes, able to casually brush the droplets off water off like dirt, wearing water-proof clothing specifically for the comfort of his Cydnaquil. Who was more often outside his pokeball, and disliked rain and just getting wet in general.

He heard something growling, causing Char to hop out of his shirt and climb on his shoulder shivering a little. It was Kristoff's stomach, he let out a mild laugh. [color=ed1c24]“I suppose we might need to have a snack before dinner.”[/color] He commented aloud wondering if vending machines would actually be on the ship.  Would he be lucky enough for it to be anywhere nearby? Though hungry, he didn't want to miss the spectacle unfolding in front of him, wanting to see the beginner trainers. It wasn't every day he was able to feel the experience of nostalgia. Reflecting on some happy memories, sneaking out of his foster parent's house and playing with his pokemon in the middle of night. Though diving into his thoughts, looking down to the ground and quickly causing him to tune out his surroundings until they turned to silence, clenching his fists and stuffing them into pockets. Cydnaquil observing still sitting on his shoulder, waiting for a moment before gently prodding his cheek. [b]“Cyd-na-quil?”[/b] Char squeaked curiously. Kristoff then glanced at his pokemon.

[color=ed1c24]“Let's go for a walk, we can return shortly.” [/color]Kristoff stated before turning away from the trainers and heading for stairs. [i][color=ed1c24]“Though I hope they can win their first fight, that feeling really is euphoric.” [/color][/i]
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(Char) Cyndaquil
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