[ here's a yosuke, camera intentionally on, but he's not really paying attention to it at the moment due to rustling through something. ] Souji's my best friend... what the hell gave that bear the right to leave me behind to go after him alone? We were supposed to go together, damn it! Like he can even survive in this weather without me...
[ guess who's butthurt about being left behind? this guy. and now it appears as though he's packing his things to head out to goldenrod, too. he now looks straight at the pokegear with a scowl. ]
Hey, has anybody seen a cool-looking guy with a bowl cut wandering around? I'm kinda--
[ he stops mid-sentence, appearingly shocked. he drops the camera, and it lands in an angle that points to what has caused the strange expression on yosuke's face: an ample amount of food, a stuffed slowpoke doll, and a note. luckily, the camera is focused in such a way that it allows the lettering on the note to be visible. ]
[ after a long pause, during which yosuke is presumably reading the letter, he speaks softly: ] T-Teddie... [ his voice sounds quavery, and he cuts himself off in order to stuff the gifts into his pack and sling it over his shoulder. he subsequently picks up the pokegear, and after some shaking, it refocuses onto his face, which hastily turns from touched to wildly determined. ]
D-Damn it, Ted! You never returned my shampoo!
[ and he starts running out through the snow. yeah, he plans on running from violet to goldenrod. sprinting, even. the pokegear switches off. ]