Cheren and Touya || Really Awkward Reunion?
The autumn leaves were falling all over as Cheren, Aspertia City’s Pokémon Gym Leader, entered the relatively quiet city of Ecruteak. Cheren was an educated young man; he knew quite a bit about Johto and its cities, and knew it was a more rural region. However, he was used to the roaring streets and busy cities of Unova; having traversed the brilliant streets of Nimbasa and navigated the confusing maze-like alleys of Castelia, Cheren found that it was a bit of a farce to accord Ecruteak the title of “city.”
Carefully, he tucked this thought away, seeking to look at the city once again with a more subjective eye. It was…nice, he decided—Cheren had never liked the hustle and bustle of Castelia, where people regularly narrowly avoided bumping into each other on the streets. The traditional air of the “city”—still biased, Cheren couldn’t help but think Unova’s cities were much better suited to the title—was also something that Cheren could find desirable. He looked carefully at the addresses of buildings as he passed, seeking out his hotel.
Cheren was dressed in his usual attire; a white button-down t-shirt with dress pants, accentuated by his blue tie with a Pokeball clip on it. He looked the part he felt he played: professional, hardworking, and an authority figure. He wore these clothes on vacation, yes; he had packed similar outfits, too. On this “vacation”, Cheren planned on studying the Johto Pokémon in their natural environment. He really wasn’t one to partake in festivities of any sort; if this trip hadn’t been free, as well as a learning experience, he probably wouldn’t have gone at all.
Entering the hotel, a classic-looking building which Cheren had identified as the correct address, he walked towards check-in, the form that had been mailed to him in hand. Semi-impatiently, he handed it to the flustered-looking man at the front desk, who was going through paperwork vigorously.
“A-Ah, Cheren, sir!!” said the man, upon seeing Cheren’s papers. “We’re sorry, but there’s been a mistake…you’ve been assigned to a double-room.”
“…You mean to tell me,” said Cheren slowly, “that I’ll be sharing a room with some stranger?! This wasn’t in the paperwork.”
It took all of Cheren’s generous self-control to not shout at the man, though he was already thinking of complaining to the manager. After a brief argument, he retired to his room, beginning to unpack for the weekend-long stay. Cheren ran his fingers through his black hair, his ahoge bobbing in the air. Setting up his notebook at the desk, Cheren began to work on some lesson plans, curious to see who his unwanted roommate would be.
