@stringsandmelodies ♡ for a starter
“excuse me?”
she’s patting someone’s shoulder from behind, but she’s not sure who she’s approaching, all she knows is that she should probably hurry unless she wants chuchu, her pikachu, to worry even further.
“do you know where the closest pokemon center is? i hear they have spare first aid kits for trainers that get hurt in battle.” she shakes her head, picking leaves off it. “i kinda need it.”
half of her face is covered completely in bruises, and the other half has dirt and scrapes. she has a few band aids on - presumably the ones she had on hand - and in her arm is her pikachu with its bow and worried gaze. normally she’d know the right direction but, well, being in a new region was always something that required quite a bit of directions and help.
