Logan entered the Poké Center door, approaching the Mart counter. "Five Poké Balls, please." he said. Then he realized - he was broke! Blushing, Logan tiptoed out of the Center. He broke into a run back to his house, slamming the door shut on his arrival.
"Dad... can I... have... some Poké... Balls?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Yeah, sure. Grab some from my bag." his dad answered from upstairs. And so, Logan pulled out a red and white case with five Poké Balls in it. "Thanks! Bye!" he said.
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As Logan entered Route 6, he eyed a black-haired Trainer trying to catch a Castform. Two baby Castform were frantically trying to dodge the boy's Poké Balls. One of them successfully hid in a tree. The other... wasn't so lucky. The Ball hit it, shook three times, and clicked. The boy grunted. "This Castform better be able to battle, or I'm throwin' it's Ball in the ocean with him in it!" It was then that Logan realized what type of Trainer the boy was.
An abuser.
And he was headed towards Logan.
The boy walked up to Logan and shoved him. "Hey!" he called. "You lookin' for a battle?"
"Dad... can I... have... some Poké... Balls?" he asked, gasping for breath. "Yeah, sure. Grab some from my bag." his dad answered from upstairs. And so, Logan pulled out a red and white case with five Poké Balls in it. "Thanks! Bye!" he said.
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As Logan entered Route 6, he eyed a black-haired Trainer trying to catch a Castform. Two baby Castform were frantically trying to dodge the boy's Poké Balls. One of them successfully hid in a tree. The other... wasn't so lucky. The Ball hit it, shook three times, and clicked. The boy grunted. "This Castform better be able to battle, or I'm throwin' it's Ball in the ocean with him in it!" It was then that Logan realized what type of Trainer the boy was.
An abuser.
And he was headed towards Logan.
The boy walked up to Logan and shoved him. "Hey!" he called. "You lookin' for a battle?"