Bows and Capes | Lance and Lyra
A viola played a beautiful melody somewhere below. Lance leaned against the railing, looking down at Lilycove City from the top of the department store. I gotta go easier on the spending, he thought to himself. He made a pretty good living being the champion of two regions, but he could've retired by now if it wasn't for his rather unhealthy need to constantly buy new capes. Normally he would just go to goldenrod or celadon, but he had developed a public reputation as a shopaholic in those places, and was trying to lay low. So here he was, in Hoenn. Laying low. But still using way too much of his income on shopping.
Suddenly, he felt a tickle between his ankles. Because his reflexes had been trained to a fault, he was pretty wound up, and his reaction was a bit dramatic to the foreign sensation. He leapt up in surprise, and regretted it instantly as his weight had almost been fully over the railing, and he had just jumped off the building. As he started to fall, his eyes darted to the culprit, which turned out to be a furret. A familiar furret. Hold on a second. He released Dragonite, who calmly caught him around the outside of the third floor. To his relief, the supplements department erupted in applause, and he waved at them amiably before being carried back up to the rooftop.
Oof. Good thing that looked like a stunt. Could've been rather embarrassing for me... He looked at the furret, who cocked its head to the left, perhpas in apology, perhaps in recognition. He didn't really know. He wasn't good at reading furrets. Winged lizards were his thing.
Well, here you are, he thought. Now... where is she?
