Snippet #1628858

Sean watched as Mike held out his hand after introducing himself. Sean, however, heard his wurmple had been fully restored and immediately got up to collect him. Sean had admittedly been a little cold to the trainer, but he didn't quite feel bad enough to want to go chasing after him after he left the center. Maybe he'd make it up to him another day... I'll do something, he inwardly promised, Just not tonight.

Sean opened the pokeball and Seanapillar emerged from the white light, looking brighter and happier than ever. Sean always preferred to have his pokemon outside of the ball while traveling. Having a close companion like this always made traveling better. For a fraction of a second, Sean's face turned solemn, And I don't want to ever have to chance of losing him... again. Sean's face screwed together for a second and shook off the memory and returned to his blissful smile.

The pair exited the center and decided to head for the forest. It was getting dark, so Sean figured that he'd be able to meet a different variety of pokemon. Everyone always says the freaks come out at night. Sean chuckled to himself and took his pokedex from his bag and put it in his front pocket for easy access. He touched the two pokeballs on his belt to double-check that they were still there and ready to go.

With a deep breath, exhaling a metaphorical ego-cloud that carried his feet eagerly toward the exit of the city and to the wilderness of Route 4.