(OOC: Sorry for being late! ^^')
Largo marched down the dirt path, humming a lively tune in his head as he held his scarf. A strong breeze rushed past him as he held on to his scarf, dying out almost as suddenly as it had come. The sun rose lazily, reminding him of his friend. The sun was now a marker for melancholy, only reminding him of the disasters that had claimed his close friend. Because of this, he never sang until the sun had set, as he didn't want anyone to know of it. No one would have to know the wiser, right?
Upon reaching Elemental Town, he slowed down. He knew he'd be late if he took too long, but it wasn't often that he went down here, and decided it was worth the trip to take a moment and take in the surroundings. As he was arriving at the Guild, an Ambipom busily made its way away from it, in a great hurry. Neglecting to comment, he found that many other pokemon had already gathered here, but he surely wasn't late. Trying his best to stay out of uncomfortable conversation, he mingled with the rest of them with an indifferent tone, catching the eyes of many of the others, defeating the point of his entire act.