The one thing that always drags you back to Lilycove is their contest hall. Well, that and its department store, but mostly, it’s the contest hall that keeps you coming back.
In all honesty, you’d come to the city even more if Aqua wasn’t a factor here; though you’ve been on good terms with Matt and Shelly as of late. The former of which still gets on your fucking NERVES, but the only one you truly detest is their godawful leader, Archie. Everyone else is fine so long as they don’t give you trouble.
Leaving the hall, you inhale the cool, evening air as you depart.
It’s arguably the best part about Hoenn-- its nights are peaceful and give some reprieve from the tropical heat of the day. By now, you’ve long since gotten used to the sweltering heat of the weather and your Magma uniform-- mainly since it’s even hotter in Magma headquarters.
You lean on a rail overlooking the sea, gazing out at the slow, flowing waves that splash up against the craggy cliff below.