OOC: Name isn't Fletcher o.0
The warm, radiant, beautiful sun was generous to the beach on the south side of Slateport, basking it with bright rays. Fletcher was riding Dusty through the sea's gentle waves not far from the shore as Milton flew closely behind, unable to part with his dear master. On the beach, Bradley was cleverly constructing a sand sculpture of himself, before the mischevious Espeon pounced on it, sending sand flying everywhere and raising Bradley's temper dangerously high. Moth, Fletcher's newest Pokemon, was perched on top of one of the beach umbrellas, lazily watching with one eye Bradley chasing Espeon. Further back up the beach, where the sand met the paved road of the city, lay Dallas, curled up and angry. He was glaring, but watchfully, at his master enjoying the wretched water.