The morning was bright. Just too bright for Clyde to handle first thing. He tossed and turned a few times in his bed until he couldn't take it any longer. In a lazy manner Clyde rolled from his bed. Staggering over to the window. He had to shield his eye from the blinding light. He peered outside to see the street below, it was full of life. Though it wasn't very crowded just yet. Mostly people going for a morning stroll, heading off to work the normal usual stuff. Vaniville Town is quiet but decent place. Nothing much ever happens here. Clyde glanced over at his clock to note the time. 

7:00 am. Too early...!

He sighed a bit annoyed. But now that he was up he had not other choice but to get ready. He could easily go back to sleep but he has to go to work in nearly an hour. So best not to go bed. Clyde went ahead and took a quick five minute shower. Coming out of the bathroom half dripping wet still. He slowly pulled on his usual clothes. Black pants, black tank top, white and dark blue jacket, black gloves and black boots. Looking at himself in the closet mirror he traced the scar across his left before slipping on his eye patch. Then he combed his hair with his fingers before heading out. 

The room he rents is part of an upstairs studio. There are other rooms besides his. Below the studio rooms are a assortment of small stores. One of which is a coffee shop slash book store. This is where he works part time. Since he had a bit of time before work he planned on enjoying himself some breakfast. The owner, hiss boss, often saves day old bagels and other goodies that can't be sold anymore for him on the days that he works. Soon he reached the long hallway downstairs Clyde pulled out his copy of the key and entered the back entrance of the cafe. He flipped the switch on before proceeding. The shop another forty minutes. Enough time for him to eat and listen to the radio before he had to open shop. 

Clyde fixed himself a bagel with a thick layer of cream cheese, sliced ham, lettuce and tomato. To most this sandwich seems rather gross but to him it heaven in the mouth! Clyde clicked the remote that controls the radio. Switching through the stations until he found something interesting to listen too. For the next seven minutes Clyde was peacefully enjoying his breakfast. When all a sudden he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Clyde paused for a moment before glancing up. Checks filled with food. The person who grabbed his shoulder was the owner. Mr. Tyson. 

"[color=bc8dbf]Well, it is nice to see you up so bright and early. Last time I had to go wake you.[/color]" Mr. Tyson said with a smile. Do to Clyde's habit of sleeping time away Mr. Tyson likes to come in around the time Clyde is suppose opening shop. Sometimes the elderly man comes in sooner just because. Clyde gave a thumbs up in responds for that was all he could do since he was still chewing. Mr. Tyson patted Clyde on the shoulder before disappearing into the back to bake some pastries. 

Alone again Clyde again took his time eating his meal. The music echoing in his ears. Mr. Tyson normally doesn't change the station to classical until customers start wondering. But today he choose to differ. Clyde didn't mind. He enjoys pretty much anything. Just then the music faded off. Then a male announcer apologized for the interruption then proceeded with his announcement. Mr. Tyson thinking it was important turned the volume up a little higher not wanting to miss anything. Both he and Clyde listened closely. 

"[color=69a681][i]We bring you this announcement regarding something most exciting! If you are looking on becoming a Pokemon trainer and are in between the ages of twelve and eighteen are welcome to part take in a series of tests that Professor Augustine Sycamore has put together. Those who gain the highest scores will then be able to return with him to his lab to receive your very own Pokemon! If you are interested please come to the south entrance of Santalune Forest on July 5th, at no later than 3:00 pm. And please bring the following with you....[/i][/color]" Before the announcement could finish the station started to static. The words fading in and out. Mr. Tyson tried to fix it by turning the dial on the remote but it didn't seem to work. In the end he turned the radio off. 

For a moment nothing was said. Clyde finished off the last bite of his sandwich. While Mr. Tyson stroked his chin in thought. "[color=bc8dbf]I think you should part take in this event, Clyde my boy.[/color]" He started to say. "[color=bc8dbf]I think it would be good for you. Going on adventures. Gaining new friends. All you do is hang around here or are sleeping life away. I never had chance to become a Pokemon trainer myself, there was a time where I could have but choose not too. There are times when I regret my dissension. So what to say?[/color]" Mr. Tyson insisted but still left it up for Clyde to decide. 

Clyde glanced up at the old timer with a blank stare before answering. "[color=009BDE]You do have a point, I do spend too much time here but I like it this way. After all this is my home. Though going on adventures does seem interesting. And owning my Pokemon is something I have been thinking about lately... I will think on it.[/color]" Clyde said thoughtfully. All Mr. Tyson did was nod in understanding before disappearing once again towards the back.