Okay, so as one can imagine, White is a thinly-disguised avatar for me, playing Pokemon White. Yes, those thoughts did go through my head. XD
Wow.
Almost disregarding the speeches of Drayden and Iris, White looked around the place Drayden called home.
If this was, as she suspected, the entrance to the gym, then she would look forward to challenging it. Gothic architecture, marble floors, and those beautiful, majestic statues. Yes, she could see why Drayden would choose to live here, even if it meant he had no house of his own.
White waited patiently for the two dragon-type gym leaders to finish, and when they did, she excused herself and headed up the stairs, to what she hoped was the gym proper.
Instead she saw … a room. An ordinary living room. With ordinary people in it. White gaped for a moment, and darted back downstairs. Muttering a quick apology to Drayden, she darted outside, and pressed speed-dial on the cross-transceiver. Her mother's worried voice sounded over the phone,
"What is it honey? Are you all-right?"
"Mom. When I grow up, I am living in Opelucid City. That is all."
And with that, White hung up and went back inside, back to the business of saving the world.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone, the woman White called 'mom' stared at the phone.
"What?"