it was one of those rare days he was away from po town, following his haunter out into the night and into the ula’ula meadow. while flowers usually weren’t his thing, he had to admit-- that at this time of the day, where the moonlight was shining atop the red petals, it was a breathtaking sight.
and that’s where he stayed, sitting on one of the many wooden walkways, legs dangling down onto the flowerbeds, as he tossed a couple pokebeans to his friend-- only to stop mid throw when he noticed the small fox pokemon ( completely unaware of the trainers presence that was not too far off )
“ where d’you come from ? “