[h2][center]Dante Giordano[/center][/h2]
The walk towards the laboratory was, for the most part, fairly uneventful—or, at the very least, that was how Dante had expected it to play out. With his attention focused on getting to his destination, the young man was caught well off guard by someone bumping into him. It wasn't exactly much of an impact, per se, but it had enough weight behind it to cause him to stumble for a moment, the sole Pokeball at his waist shaking about as he steadied himself.

There was a brief pause as Dante slowed to a stop before turning around to see the cause of the incident; upon seeing the Pokennoli scattered about on the ground, though, he quickly turned his head around to glance at his jacket.

A jacket that, as it turned out, was now [i]covered[/i] in the things.

With a glance at the apparent culprit—an Unown, by the looks of things—Dante sighed before taking off the unfortunate "victim" of the incident and responded in turn with a glare.

"Didn't your Trainer teach you how to act in public?" he asked, gesturing towards the mess that had been made on the ground and on his clothing as he continued. "Or are you just a freshly hatched Pokemon, with no clue on how to do so in the first place?"

In a place like this, where Unown didn't even exist in the wild, there [i]had[/i] to be a Trainer nearby; he could turn his irritation towards them afterwards. Well, that or find a place to clean off his jacket before the stains set in. One or the other.

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