[@Bright_Ops]Cyndaquil frowned down at the floor as Gredy spoke. He knew he was trying to comfort him by providing some reasoning—and actually, it didn’t sound false. He just couldn’t believe that he was caught just to only be traded so easily. He thought that they were becoming friends.

[b]Well…your ‘trainer’ did give you to me, but since his opinion is worth less then dirt to me, would you like to partner up with me?[/b]

The Pokemon was silent. He looked up at Gredy with fear and uncertainty in his eyes. He didn’t know him all that well, then again, he hadn’t known Jeff much either. Raising his sleeve to his eyes to dry them, he scowled softly as he asked, “You’re not going to just trade me are you?”

He glanced over at the mob of trainers who were so eager to get rid of their Pokemon. Pokemon like him!

Cyndaquil then glanced at the floor as he muttered as though he might actually consider Gredy’s offer, “If you do become my trainer, then…I don’t want to be named Chris anymore. I want a new name.”