Pokémon Trainer Jeff became a little defensive when Gredy suddenly stood in front of him. The other trainer seemed a little bigger than him—at least from what he could gauge. Jeff put on his best intimidating frown and clenched his fists tight with anger and raging nerves.

[b]You want to trade your Pokémon? I’ve got an offer for you. I’ll take your clearly unwanted Pokémon in exchange for not reporting you for Pokémon abuse. Sounds like a fair trade to me.[/b]

Jeff opened his mouth as though prepared to growl some well-executed counter-offer or comeback, but nothing left. His mouth closed and his jaw clenched tight as he thought over the decision. He didn’t want the police involved. He did kick his Pokémon…but that stupid rat…wait, he could probably still get another Pokemon. After all, they never checked the ball.

Wrinkling his nose, Jeff leaned close to Gredy’s face and growled, “Keep the dumb rat then. I don’t care. I’m getting myself a better Pokémon.”

Jeff then turned to stomp back over to the Pokémon Club table.

Cyndaquil had recovered and was on edge. The fire mouse was shaking and confused. Did he just lose his trainer? Why? Did he hate him? He didn’t understand what was going on. All he wanted was just not to be given away. He didn’t know where those people would take him. His fiery quills were still burning as he looked around unsure of what to do, where to go…he had been wild before, but he didn’t know the current area too well.

[@Bright_Ops]