As lackadaisical as he was, and as far as he would go to avoid work that didn't strike him as interesting, Feliks put more time and energy into his training than people tended to suspect.
That was why he was coming home well past sunset, draped over the back of one Rapidash, the other one trotting alongside them with a Gardevoir on his back. A Dragonair and a Ninetales were going along at their side, the Pokemon chattering amongst themselves quietly until the Ninetales paused, sniffing at the air and yipping a quiet inquiry to the Gardevoir.
"Huh? What's up?"
Jadwiga (the Gardevoir) reached over to tug at Felik's sleeve, pointing towards the park. With a shrug, he nudged his Rapidash in that direction, until he found himself staring down at a young man in the grass.
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That was why he was coming home well past sunset, draped over the back of one Rapidash, the other one trotting alongside them with a Gardevoir on his back. A Dragonair and a Ninetales were going along at their side, the Pokemon chattering amongst themselves quietly until the Ninetales paused, sniffing at the air and yipping a quiet inquiry to the Gardevoir.
"Huh? What's up?"
Jadwiga (the Gardevoir) reached over to tug at Felik's sleeve, pointing towards the park. With a shrug, he nudged his Rapidash in that direction, until he found himself staring down at a young man in the grass.
"...Dude. Are you not like cold or anything?"