[...Paul for once that doesn't sound like a completely bad idea, but give us a second to think this through first because there's probably some fine print part of this that he's missing in favor of beat down some pathetic version of our senior that's in team freaking rocket.]
[we're hearing whispering. Whispering is never good. In a daze he'll reach for his jacket, fumble around inside, and knock a pokeball to roll out of it.
He doesn't do anything with it passed that, eyes closing again. The ball will just roll until it hits a root of that tree and open on it's own.
[Not a hostile looking Flareon at all. It'll just bark lightly at it's master, pawing his head before getting a rather gently ear ruffle and a called to calmly]
Paul was taking a walk with Silver towards the café before taking notice of this lounging in one of Paul's typical hang-out spots.]
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[He'll nudge Silver to get his attention.]
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If younger. Sixteen or maybe a bit older.
And that uniform isn't really mistakable.]
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He doesn't do anything with it passed that, eyes closing again. The ball will just roll until it hits a root of that tree and open on it's own.
Oh look, a Flareon. It blinks and looks around]
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[Yeah, that startled him.]
Silver, we can't stand here and do nothing...!
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We can't just attack him, either.
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Huushh... Le' me sleep, boy...
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Fine... fine, sheesh...
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