Nostalgia // Hisoka
@toxicroax
“....u-um.”
Nat wasn’t used to being yelled at for his refusal to finish a battle that wasn’t an official Gym battle. Most trainers he had taken on for the practice had been more or less fine if he forfeited in the end due to injured Pokemon or if the fight felt too unfair. The results never seemed to bother them whenever Nat claimed they would be considered the victor of the match despite it not coming to an end in the way they had decided upon. This trainer appeared to be absolutely livid that Nat had said he wanted to stop the battle. His Krookodile, Strom, had taken a particularity rough hit and was actually bleeding not just bruised and ready to collapse. Nat no longer wanted to battle with one of his Pokemon injured like this and he lacked a potion to take care of the problem. Despite his reasoning the trainer had yelled a few choice words at him before he had left on his way.
Putting the moment behind him he returned Strom to his Pokeball and scurried to the closest Pokecenter in Cerulean City just down the route. The trip was short since Nat had just passed through mere minutes ago and was able to get his Pokemon there without further incident. He was done for the day, he had decided that while he was waiting for Nurse Joy to return his Pokemon to him since the last battle had left a bad taste in his mouth. He thanked Nurse Joy and turned to leave brushing shoulders with someone on accident.
He turned his head to quickly mutter an apology but as he took the person in he couldn’t get those words out. Something in the back of his mind seemed to find them familiar, the tickle of nostalgia in the back of his head seemed to be kicking up a storm. So Nat took the chance and stepped up to them, tapping them on the shoulder to get their attention.
“Have we met somewhere before?”