Cosmic Latte decided to fly to Kanto. Ascroft was big, even for a Charizard. He could easily get there with Latte on his back, but Latte didn't want to make things difficult for him. He knew that if he went and left his bag at home, Ashcroft would have an easier time flying across continents, thus meaning he wouldn't be as tired, thus more training. Latte was a boy of formidable intellect, which was the reason he so often walked into things.

So Latte walked back home. His back was aching anyway. The bag itself was some marvel of modern science; it held everything. He kept a bloody bicycle in there, for God's sake. Arceus' sake. Not literally, by the way, he wasn't that kind of trainer. Well, who was? The latest criminal organisation's biggest threat was a device to drain all the water from one of the lakes in Sinnoh, meaning... well, all the fish pokemon can breathe out of water anyway. What was the point? 'Team Galactic', Latte had heard a lot about them. How they wanted to destroy the world, and make a new one, and needed to harvest souls, or something. Eh, stupid end-of-the-world-cults. Latte didn't really care. He was back home now.

Latte threw his bag on the floor and winced as something cracked. Probably all the plates he had in there. He'd thrown out the bowls, but his bag was still very heavy. It held everything, after all, and Latte often referred to himself as Atlas in his little internal monologues when he was wearing it. He bid farewell to his Mother, and the senile old fool started muttering something about dinner and resting. It was only about nine o' clock so he just left her to it. 'Come on, Ashcroft,' he said, letting the Pokeball fall out of his hand and unleashing his Charizard on the world. 'Let's go.'
'GRAAAROAR.' said Ashcroft.
'Oh, why do I bother talking?'

Latte steered Ashcroft towards Viridian City while humming the Speed Racer theme tune under his breath. They touched down unsteadily and Latte called his Charizard back into the Dusk Ball he'd gotten especially for him. Ashcroft was nearly black, after all... it was fitting. 'Right. Where am I going?' said Latte, frowning. Then his features lit up. '... Let's go kick some Pikachu.'
He wandered through the town talking to noone, and entering noones house. He wasn't one to quest for information, he'd bought a laptop from some store that went out of business years ago. Because of this, he had known how to use a potion spray without any random passers by to enlighten him. As he headed north, he noticed something ahead. It... looked like...
'An old man. Led in the street. Why is an old man led in the street?'
'He hasn't had his coffee,' said a young woman nearby, startling Latte.
He pulled himself together. 'He hasn't had his coffee, so he saw fit to lie drooling in the street? He's going to die soon, I think.' he said, walking onwards. Suddenly, the old man rose from the dirt like a furious demon, and was an inch away from Latte's face. 'BGRUUUUUUGH. WHERE'S MY COFFEE, CHILD?'
Latte merely raised an eyebrow.
'Hahaha, he gets like this every morning.' said the woman, smiling happily.
Latte raised his other eyebrow in disbelief. '...Every morning? And yet you don't prepare for this before he leaves your damn house?'
'Ohoho,' smiled the woman, and Latte walked away before he made Sora crush their feeble minds.