Narcissistshipping
"Third time lucky, right?" He muttered, glancing down at his trusted pokemon. She simply blinked back up to him, unable to respond other than in her own tongue. The creature was pretty, even more so since she had evolved, but then he had always adored her.
"Excuse me."
He started, not accustomed to anybody stopping him in this foreign country, as not many people knew him here like they did back in Hoenn. The man behind him was indeed talking to him though, and he smiled warmly as spoke.
"Hello, is that your pokemon?"
He blinked at this stranger, wondering why he would ask such an obvious question. "Uh, yeah." He replied, the confusion seeping into his voice.
The stranger nodded, "She's quite a rare one around here." He said as he crouched down to the pokemon's level. "Do you like travelling?"
"Yeah I guess-" He trailed off as he realised the stranger wasn't listening to him, but to his Roserade, who was muttering away in her soprano voice. The stranger was tall, with elongated limbs and torso, yet somehow the way he crouched and frowned as he listened to the pokemon chatter made him distinctly childlike. The more he looked at him, the weirder he looked, his hair, not dissimilar in colour to his own, was long and pulled back into a ponytail, but he had not taken any care with it at all. Curls stuck up each and every way, giving him a shaggy, unloved look. Then his apparel wasn't too appealing, so dull in colour and the styling wasn't particularly eye catching.
What is that around his neck? He thought, eyeing up the weird, space-like accessory. This man was weird.
"You have a very loyal pokemon, Drew. You're very lucky. It was nice meeting you." The stranger grinned, took Drew's hand and shook it fiercely, then left without another word.
Both Trainer and Pokemon watched after him in bewilderment.
"Who the hell was that?"