@battlelyn (liked for a stater)
While the professor doesn't personally take part in the Battle Mansion himself, he still frequents Kiloude City to check in on the various trainers he's given a TMV pass to in order to access the island and allow them to participate in the challenges available there. Somehow, he has a feeling his former mentor would call him a busybody or lecture him for being too nosy about the status of the up and coming trainers he's sent off on their adventures. But it's a long-running habit of his. Now more than ever, he feels the need to check up on the people around him--even if he's only met them briefly. Perhaps it's a bad habit, and perhaps it's a blessing. Regardless, he can't stop himself from visiting every so often. Though, he certainly picked a terrible day to do so. Eerie, gray clouds loom above, and the soft plip-plop of rain can be heard striking the sidewalk and various buildings. With the sky getting darker by the minute, he has no doubt this fine mist will eventually turn into a rather intense storm that his flimsy umbrella won't be able to endure. So, keeping a firm hold on his umbrella with his left hand, and clutching his fresh cup of coffee with his right against his chest to keep it out of the rain, he swiftly makes his way to the Mansion.
But, as is typical with him, he almost immediately gets sidetracked when he spots a familiar, blue hat tucked away under the corner of one of the buildings. Never one to simply let things be, and always one to stick his nose into the business of others, he turns on his heels, and makes his way over to the woman. "Good afternoon," he offers once he's within earshot of her--the background noise of the rain grows louder by the second, and he can feel water beginning to seep into the cracks of his worn shoes, but he smiles with ease, holding the umbrella over her head. "You'll catch a cold if you stay out here in this weather. Please, take my umbrella and we can walk back to the mansion together." Without fail, Augustine always puts others before himself. He cares little if he ends up drenched in rainwater if it means another can come out without a drop on their clothes. "Oh, and you're welcome to this cup of coffee as well, it's untouched and freshly brewed." He extends his hand to offer the piping hot cup to her as well. The chill in the air makes him miss the steam beating against his chest where it had been held previously, but he can always get another cup at the mansion. And, truthfully, the last thing he needs is more coffee.
