He leans against the wall of the police station, panting as he peers anxiously around the corner, searching for any pursuers—but apparently, either his parents didn’t care as much about keeping him confined as he thought they did (and after all he had disobeyed them, he thinks they did), or they hadn’t realised he’d snuck out. It was fortunate that his parents respected Yami as much as a Slowbro was due, and let him wander freely. As lax as the Pokemon could be, he’d been able to rely on him to escape, and for that reason the moment after he exhales in relief he pats his partner’s head. “Thanks, Yami. You’re a lifesaver. Now, we just have to…”
His head whips around. Those footsteps did not sound good, however relaxed Yami seemed, yawning placidly—with a quick apology, he returns the Slowbro, Pokeball clutched tightly in his hand as he inches along the wall. Really, he’d gotten so close, so close to all his dreams coming true. To just stumble at this hurdle, it would really be…
An… outsider? He perks up. This person wouldn’t have talked to his father, most likely—most importantly, wouldn’t turn him in. Throwing glances side to side, checking the coast was clear, he soon runs not so subtly up to her, blinking at her response to his similarly unsubtle tug. Shuffling nervously, eyes shifting all over the place, he decides there’s nothing for it—stepping slightly behind her, staring intently at the location of those dangerous footsteps, he says it in a rushed, terrified hiss. “Y-you have to hide me!”
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