; don’t forget to feed the middle man }
@hcrue
The life of a delivery man was not all it was choked up to be. It was hardly even noon and he was already tired, having already had to cycle from one side of busan to the other on an important delivery, and now he was heading to go and back up another package from one of his regulars and now doubt it was going to be big and heavy and he would have it lug it around and probably ware himself out even more. Maybe he should invent in another method of getting around instead of just a bike, but it was not like he had any large Pokemon he could ride around on. So, bike it was.
Pyroar was out running in front of him as he peddled towards Rue’s house, Umbreon just trailing a little behind her. He always took the time to let out the Pokemon who could keep up out to have a run around while he was out on deliveries. There was no point keeping everyone locked away in their balls when they could get in some exercise.
Finally pulling up outside the house, Sunbin pulled to a stop, removing his helmet and hanging it off the handle bars before climbing off. Wheeling the bike towards the wall, he rested it up against the brickwork, leaving his two Pokemon to have a sniff around and a rest as he walked up to the front door, reaching out to knock as loud as he could. Hopefully she would actually be home and he wouldn’t have to waste his time standing around waiting for her. There were other things he needed to do.










