He quirks a brow at how frankly Ilima agrees. Most would prefer to defend their region, which was understandable. The formula was simple, consistent: first the opposing party would assume Green was just blowing hot air. Then they’d give him a list of reasons why he was wrong, close-minded. Green would then lean back and list how many regional contributions would not have been possible without the Pokedex. If they gave in, they gave in. If not, he’d just let it go and look for something more interesting to talk about. He wasn’t influenced by favoritism so much as he was being well-traveled and researched.
Okay, maybe it was a little favoritism.
The next question catches him off guard, even in its common-place nature.
…did he miss it? Not really. What he missed were his Pokemon, and Daisy. Sometimes even Gramps or the staff at his gym. There’s a brief weakness in his armor that becomes exposed, but it’s quickly righted again. They were all safe, and that was what he needed to focus on. Green shifts in his seat, swallows; the tenacious glimmer in his gaze then returns.
“It smells better by the sea than it does here, that’s for sure.” he pinches his nose and waves a hand in a comical gesture. Though he hadn’t lived by Pallet beach in years, he could still sort of empathize. Cinnabar’s tides were mind-clearing like no other place had been.
Green straightens then, yawning in nonchalance. “Oi, it’s no rumor. I take Magikarp there for training when the weather’s not ridiculous.”
another laugh fills the air and ilima brushes back their bangs to settle neatly behind their ear, leaving wide and pretty eyes to twinkle merrily in the aftermath of their giggle. “ oh, i see! “ they find themselves wondering whether there’s somewhere within the city suited to training his own team, as small as it is at the moment. as if plucking the thoughts from his mind, the yungoos within his lap chirps and cries out, growling within its sleep before it resumes its slumber. yes, there surely is somewhere suitable to raise the little thing’s strength once more, as the shift from world to world has left both trainer and pokemon rather dazed, to be quite honest!
“ you should take me there as well sometime, heaven knows how lost i’d become if i were to try venturing there by myself. “ they smooth the rugged back of the pokemon within their lap, stroking the tufts and patting them down neatly. “ are there any other places here suitable for training? i suppose that’s something i ought to invest some time into, whilst i’m here. “ already they’ve applied for other career goals, for whilst pokemon training is quite a delicate interest and passionate hobby of theirs, so is living well and eating grandly. the spare change they’d received was already running low, and after all, there was no harm in donning a cute pinafore for a hard day’s work at the local cake shop.
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