OOC: Sounds good.

Malcolm made his way to his shift, dreading it's start. Aside from the pruny fingers, dishwashing meant being bent over a sink for a long time, which would kill his back. 
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"But money is money,"[/color] he sighed. [color=f7941d]"Don't have the luxury of turning it down."[/color]

While walking over to the restaurant, he figured he would let his pokemon get a little bit more exercise before they had to be kept in their balls while he worked. Even though it was still a bit cold outside, Ex and Screech enjoyed getting ability to move around some more. Split, on the other hand, stayed levitating closely to Malcolm.

[color=2e3192]"Zubat!"[/color] Screech called out, head focused on the bridge they were passing by.

[color=f7941d]"What's up, pal? Something bothering you?" [/color]Malcolm looked over in the direction of the bridge, catching eye of the Patrat. It looked pathetic, shivering underneath the bridge. Malcolm could also tell it was pretty young, considering it's size and all. Malcolm felt bad for the little guy, but that was about it. [color=f7941d]"Yeah, looks like he has it rough. But he's wild, he'll figure it out."[/color]

[color=2e3192]"Zu..." [/color]Screech chirped softly, gaze turned to the ground. Malcolm softened up a bit, realizing why Screech called out.

[color=f7941d]"He's lost like you were, that's it, huh?"[/color] Malcolm sighed. He flipped open his phone again to check the time.

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[i]12:04... I got plenty of time...[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d]"Alright, alright, you win, pal."[/color] Malcolm said, making his way towards the Patrat. [color=f7941d]"We'll make a little food and see if he bites."[/color]

Malcolm stopped about 20 yards away from the Patrat, as not to scare the thing. He pretended like he didn't see it as he pulled out his campstove. He went to the cold pack of his backpack and pulled out an egg. He cracked it on the stove and began cooking it, hoping the aroma would bring the Patrat over.