Post by Harper Graves on Apr 1, 2018 15:23:58 GMT
deceit so natural
but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning
Slipping through the hidden entrance, mint blue eyes kept alert as they scanned around to make sure no one was around. The last thing he wanted was to show some new trainer that there was something worth exploring past all this foliage. Finding the coast clear, the man swatted away a branch before he stepped out. Pale hands reached up, grabbing hold of the edges of his jacket to adjust it on his shoulders. As soon as he released the jacket, the leather slid down, falling off one of his shoulders and stopping at his elbow. Ah, well, screw it. That was good enough.
He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up rather than smoothing it over. "Let's see..." He mumbled to himself as he located the path and began making his way toward it. There was not much to do unless some unsuspecting trainer came buy with a Pokemon worth at least a little pocket change. He could double back toward Kaishi Town to play with the new trainers, or he could head down toward Hafu Beach and... check up on his mother.
He was so glad he did not say that aloud, but it was a good idea. She was certain to adore his new Pokemon, though he should try to keep how or why he got them on the down low. Shrugging to himself, his hands slipped into his pockets, and the pads of his fingers ran over the small Pokeballs inside. "Training," he decided. If there was anything worth his time in Rira Way, he might even catch it, but making his new Pokemon stronger was his top priority.
He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up rather than smoothing it over. "Let's see..." He mumbled to himself as he located the path and began making his way toward it. There was not much to do unless some unsuspecting trainer came buy with a Pokemon worth at least a little pocket change. He could double back toward Kaishi Town to play with the new trainers, or he could head down toward Hafu Beach and... check up on his mother.
He was so glad he did not say that aloud, but it was a good idea. She was certain to adore his new Pokemon, though he should try to keep how or why he got them on the down low. Shrugging to himself, his hands slipped into his pockets, and the pads of his fingers ran over the small Pokeballs inside. "Training," he decided. If there was anything worth his time in Rira Way, he might even catch it, but making his new Pokemon stronger was his top priority.