Snippet #1311599

Flare had been careful to stay a good distance away from the pair, lest Dawn get the idea that he needed to go back in the Pokeball. He reflected on what he had seen in that strange dorm room, a few beddings, blue carpet, red curtains, a low ceiling. He had happened upon a Pokeball, which being the kind Pokemon he is, he opened it, revealing an Arcanine. He wasn't sure which one of the trainer's he belonged to, but the canine seemed friendly enough not to pour flames all over him. Flare had asked him various things, mostly on what it felt like to evolve, but he had arranged a different time to meet, where the Arcanine, Cinder he learned his name was, could give him more information on the trio. Guess mans best friend wasn't too loyal. After Flare had got Cinder back in a Pokeball, quite a hypocritical process, he tried opening the door himself, and from there, Dawn had found him. The shout from Dawn brought him back to the present, and he yawned. Can't we just battle for a change?