[center][h1]Hex Jr.[/h1][/center]

Hex Jr. didn't flinch away from Scorch's enraged glare, despite how much his instincts screamed at him to. No, he wasn't backing down from this old-timer. Not before he conceded the point. Whatever the Sylveon was yapping about was unimportant, but he did catch bits and pieces of it in the midst of his staring match. Introductions? Ugh, icebreakers. He hated those. 

Of course, Scorch's damn assistant just had to pick him right after the Poochyena. For Arceus's sake, why? With a roll of his eyes, the Litten reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Scorch's, finally conceding the staredown as he looked to the rest of the other mon in the room. 

[b]"Fine, fine. Name's Hex Jr."[/b] And he really hoped he wouldn't have to hear about his old man once someone recognized the name. [b]"Did some exploring before the Shade kicked in. So I've got a bit of experience. Course, now I'm rusty after a year out of the game, [i]just like everyone else[/i]."[/b] He said, breathing a speck of fire and sideeying Scorch at the latter portion of his sentence.