There at first came silence -- then what sounded like bouncing from behind the double doors leading to the back. Suddenly, they swung open; a Politoed bounding through without much of a care in the world.

"Just be careful where you bounce, would you?" followed a voice as the doors slowed to a close. They swung open a second time a few moments later, revealing an older man in a lab coat. Granted, he looked rather fit. "Ah, hello!" he greeted, setting a box onto the nearby counter. "You said you were here for a Pokemon right?"

"Politoed!" said the water type as he bounded over to the desk and hopped atop it, weary of the papers that lay on it.

"Well," the man said, turning toward the blonde and patting the box he sat down, "glad to see more trainers coming in. You couldn't believe how empty this place seemed before." The raven haired man turned back to his bow now, opening it and shuffling around the contents. "I make sure the Pokemon here are ready, though, don't you worry," he assured. "I've seen quite a few while I traveled around. It's quite magical, isn't it?"

"Politoed!"

"Ahaha!" the man burst, picking five Pokeballs out of the box and spinning on his heel to face the trainer. "Now, here's some Pokemon you might like!"