&. @pixitive.
--- WHY was he being followed? Tarquin had never participated in a contest in his life. Had never even thought about appearing under those bright lights and criticizing eyes of others: it made him antsy enough when one person looked at him, let alone the hundreds that regularly showed up in Hearthome to spectate. The one time he thought he may as well go to Sinnoh for some info on the pokemon that had been sealed in a keystone --- Spiritomb, had it been? --- he had been sought out by an avid contest fan who thought he might do well in a contest setting.
Tarquin had told him in no uncertain terms to leave, but not nearly as politely. But now from the sound of the footsteps behind him, the young man was back, and he sought to nip it in the bud before the badgering could start again.
❝ Look, I told you before and I’ll say it again, bud, ❞ he started bitingly, turning around. ❝ I don’t want your --- ❞ He stopped in his tracks as he actually caught sight of who he was talking to. A young girl in pink, not the same lanky male that had been tailing him before. ❝ --- oh, ❞ he said, huffing out a sigh. ❝ Wrong person. I guess, sorry. ❞
