Miles had smiled casually at his friendâs response. âWhoa. He must really like this person then...â He thought with reverence, before taking a distracted glance further down the hill. Spotting his boisterous Breloom, as he tried to engage in some friendly competition with Connerâs pokemon. Not yet realizing that Paragon was no longer in sightâ , when Milesâ attention had been pulled back into focusing on Conner. Allowing the heracross to carefully emerge from a hole he had dug underground. Popping his head out alone first, before climbing up to the other side of the blossom tree. Trying to stealth his way to the top, without getting seen by either trainer, with the difficulty of being a huge beetle.
âHuh? Oh, um well-â Miles began to respond, with his gaze shifting away and up to the right. âIâm not...currently seeing anybody... He answered in a drawn out manner. Clearly having more to say, once Conner had suggested what he didâ , but instead Miles stayed quiet for a moment and stared down at his own shoes. âI got rejected in the try out this morning...â Miles revealed. At the same time Paragon had nervously peered out from the treetop to watch them. âSince they told me I wasnât a good fit for the teamâeven though I scored the most points." He explained while gripping the swing, as a gentle breeze had rustled through the branches.
âI guess I wanted it too much.â Miles dismissed with a shrug and a half-smile. Using his hand to brush the red strands of hair away from his face, as he looked up to the blossom tree. Watching some of the pink petals lightly shower above their heads. âConner, am I...too competitive?â Miles asked him, looking for what his friend thought, before he continued on.