Spark woke up almost too excited. He ran down the stairs, passing by the empty rooms of the house. Almost too many. The floor was too cold for his bare feet to handle, so as he jolted back into his room and put on his shoes.
"Candela and Blanche must be tired of waiting by now. They'll kill me," he muttered to himself as he tied up his shoelaces. His fingers kept entangling one another, making it real hard to tie. He hadn't notice the weird smell his room held. Maple Syrup? Apples? Stinky Wet shoes? Odds were it was a combination of all three.
He was about to bolt out of his room again when a big figure held him at the door. Large strong arms. White skin. Blonde Spiky Hair.
"Uncle Surge!" Spark said surprised.
"Hey boy," he replied with a grin. His voice was deep and thick. "Where are you going in such hurry?"
"Blanche and Candela are waiting for me just outside of the Pokémon Center. Today we get our voucher from the Pokémon Fan Club Chairman," he noticed his voice was almost intelligible but he was in a hurry after all. "Sorry. I gotta go."
His uncle stopped him, grabbing him by his pineapple yellow hoodie. The veins on his arms pumped up slightly but his muscles contracted just enough to mark their way onto his green cargo tank top.
"What now uncle?" Spark asked annoyed.
"Well, I was guessing that maybe, since you are heading out… on public… you might want to put some pants on. I am not sure Blanche and Candela would appreciate the view of your Eevee boxers."
"Huh? What?" Spark glanced at his bare legs. No pants. Only his white underwear with Eevee patterns on them. "Ahhh! What is wrong with me?!"