Much to her advantage, it seemed the pair of boys were heading to the pokemon center where she sat. Trying to avoid their gaze, she followed them from the corner of her eye, each handing their pokeballs to a nurse to tend to. [color=mediumseagreen][i]'Trainers indeed..'[/i][/color] She thought to herself, not noticing that her little buck-toothed bug had followed her gaze and was looking towards the two trainers as well. Unlike her trainer, little Poinsettia did not know the meaning of subtle or tactful. Margo bristled as she felt their eyes on her, even if for a moment, and hurriedly went back to looking out the window, not feeling her little Scatterbug climbing down her leg and to the floor of the cafe. 

Of course, Poinsettia also did not realize that she was a tiny pokemon and could probably get squashed by anyone that was oblivious to their surroundings. Luck of the draw was that their hadn't been [i]too[/i] many people idling at the cafe where they were seated. The insect made her way through the table legs and chairs, scuttling towards the new trainers that had appeared in the pokemon center. There was something about the one eating... He almost looked like he radiated some part of itself which only determined her more to reach him. Inching closer to the two males, Poinsettia set her eyes upon what was drawing her towards him: a dark blue, glittering Vivillon scale! While Poinsettia couldn't explain it to herself, she knew that that scale was its evolution's and wanted desperately to see it up close.

It was in this moment that Margaret looked down and noticed her pokemon missing. A rush of panic grasped her, the girl standing up quickly and putting her book in her backpack, while throwing her eyes every which way to locate her little friend. Despite herself, she almost felt like yelling the bug's name to find her, but instead started to take deep breaths while searching the tables and floors for her. Her eyes locked onto a disturbing sight: the little Scatterbug crawling towards the two trainers she had been watching. In fact, Poinsettia was upon the one who was eating, sitting up on his shoe and staring at him like... well, she supposed like a bug.

Color tinged her face as she began to think over what Poinsettia's punishment would be. Probably just staying in her ball for an hour or two, but she would have more time to think on that later. Following suit with her pokemon, Margaret hastily scuttled towards the trainers, bending to pick up her Scatterbug from the trainer's shoe and hoping to leave without an explanation or apologies. This wasn't coinciding with Margo's ideal of 'New Margo,' but she was scared of New Margo sometimes and it was hard to let her take control.