I finally arrived home to an unlocked door and a house that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. This was exactly true, because Tobias hadn't touched a single cleaning implement since his parents died. 'Bastard was just as lazy as I am... it really is for the best I don't try to live in this house... way too big for me.'

Maybe someday in the future I'll be rich and can afford maids or something to clean a mansion or whatever. But for now I'm skipping town and not looking back. First thing's first though, I have to get Tobias' wallet and other necessities, before making my way out of Rustboro to greener pastures. I decided to let Eevee out to stretch her legs... I know I wouldn't want to be cooped up in a pokeball all the time; pikachu really knew what was good.

"Eev?" She yipped, looking around with a faint air of disgust at the messy house.

"Just passing through, explore to your heart's content, but it is pretty gross in here," I said as I tried to downplay it by saying it was merely 'pretty gross.' This place would give amateur hoarders the willies - the pros would be unfazed however.

Eevee gaze me a dubious look, but started looking around. Deciding to pretend I wasn't being judged harshly by a small pokemon, I quickly collected any item of worth that Tobias and his parents had owned. Wallet, keys I guess, - I will want to lock up and sell this place eventually - backpack with silph co. tech (bag of holding), etc. Though Tobias' old clothes no longer really fit my new skinnier frame... I'll have to do a bit of shopping. Luckily all my bank accounts and such are tied to my trainer ID card. He may not have actually wanted to be a trainer, but Tobias' parents forced him to get a trainer ID - basically this world's equivalent of a driver's license... though that technically also exists.

After I was done I began making my way to the front door again. Along the way I picked up Eevee, who was looking even more disgusted than before. "Alright I'm sorry for letting you out in here, c'mon, let's go to the pokemart and get some essentials for ourselves. Then we can get some clothes for me." Interestingly enough, it wasn't the pokemart that made Eevee perk up, but the idea of going clothes shopping. I guess girls are girls regardless of species. I would need to get her something as well.

After locking up, and not looking back, Eevee and I made our way to the nearby pokemart. It amused me to watch as she ran about, smelling and looking at everything in sight. It seemed she wasn't exactly well-travelled. But if my suspicions of her being made from nothing by some ROB before being stuck in a pokeball by my bed were true, that just made sense.

At the pokemart I got the good pokefood for Eevee... I wasn't exactly hurting for cash, and I'd feel bad not giving her the best... not that this was nearly as good as food I made myself, but I was no Brock - yet. With that in mind I found a beginner's guide to cooking, both human and pokemon food, as well as the necessary implements needed to cook on the road. I guess we'll also need to stop by a grocery store. Thank Arceus for bags of holding, I swear this would be way more annoying otherwise. I also got a decent tent setup - no sleeping under the stars for this guy.

And the pokeballs and potions of course... no I did not almost forget about them. Lies and slander I say. Hmph.

After we had finished at the pokemart and made a quick stop at the grocers, I decided it was time for dinner. Eevee and I had already had lunch at the hospital. I went for fast food like the lazy prick I am. I of course gave Eevee her good pokechow. I could tell she wasn't amused that I was eating such garbage, but she only sighed and ate her significantly better food. Feeling slightly self-conscious, I resolved to learn how to cook sooner than later.

After dinner it was time for the store that Eevee was becoming visibly excited about - the clothing store. Now neither I or Tobias had ever given a second thought about our outward appearance. If we weren't naked, it was enough. But I could already tell I would need to let Eevee pick out clothes, because she wouldn't accept being ignored, or me looking like a slob. 'Ugh... girls.'

We roamed the aisles of the store, looking at what I can firmly say was way too many types of clothes. Eevee was bouncing around, looking at everything in unmitigated glee. Okay, this might be slightly more than just a girl thing... maybe Eevee is a fashionista? Well, it's not like she could pick out worse outfits than I could.

Eventually she settled down a little and started picking out clothes for me to try on. Like a long-since-whipped boyfriend, I dutifully tried on everything she told me to. She would hem and haw, but eventually we settled on clothes she seemed to approve of. Even though it had been hours, I knew I couldn't in good conscience end it here, "Eevee, now that we have clothes for me, do you want to check out the pokemon section?"

Eevee jolted to a stop before giving me a smile like all her Christmases had come early. She then shot off to a section I knew she had been side-eying for our entire stop here. Chuckling at her exuberance, I slowly followed, knowing my input was not really needed - she would find what she wanted easily enough.

Eevee looked at her options with a calculating expression. She was so deep in thought she didn't even notice me before I leaned down to pet her head... hehe, fluffy. I had always loved cats in my old life, this was just as good, if not better. This seemed to bring Eevee out of her deep contemplation, as she nuzzled into my touch. After some quick scratching behind the ear for the now-purring Eevee, she shook her head as if to get it back in the game, and then pointed to a cute hair ornament in the form of a trio of pink flowers. I immediately picked it up and tucked it into her fur at the base of an ear. She preened with it in, and seemed to be content for now.

Pink huh... I immediately realized something I hadn't really thought of yet. Eevee had a ton of evolutions; which did I want for Eevee... which did she want for herself? I had always been partial to espeon, not only because the stat spread was good for a casual playthrough, but also because they looked the most aesthetically pleasing to me. Also, friendship evolutions are not very hard to get if you know about them. Also in this world specifically, evolution stones were actually fairly rare. Not everyone was running around with ninetails and stone eeveelutions. Well, I would bring it up later - it's not like I can really do anything about it now.

After paying for our items, - how was this more expensive than the pokemart, yeesh - Eevee and I left the clothing store. It had turned dark by now, and I wasn't going to sleep in that dirty house; so off to the pokemon center it was.

When I got to the pokemon center, I noticed something interesting. They had a PC, where I could store pokemon, just like in the games. Hmmm... I can check Eevee's moves with this. Moves in this world were more like the anime than the games. Sure a pokemon could only feasibly be a master of a few, but they could learn a lot more than just four.

"Alright, I'll have to put you back in the ball to check your moves. It'll only be a few minutes, OK girl?" I requested of Eevee - if I wanted high friendship I had to treat her as an equal, not some slave I can boss around however I please. She gave a begrudging yip, but nodded her head.

With Eevee's acceptance, I returned her to the pokeball. I then slotted it into the groove allotted for them. Suddenly the screen flared to life with prompts. I did not want to store Eevee, just look at her stats, so I navigated down to the appropriate option.

'Hmm... let's see what I'm working with here,' I thought as I looked at Eevee's current moveset. 'Growl, tackle, tail whip, sand attack, and swift... suspiciously no baby-doll eyes... I guess the ROB likes espeon/umbreon more than sylveon as well.'

With that quick check out of the way I took back Eevee's ball and released her once more. She looked a little confused, as if to say, "was that it?" Huh, I guess time must move even slower in a pokeball than in real life... or something. Fucking magic monster balls, how do they work? I guess if physics is applied math, then humans harnessing electricity is applied magic... I was never very good at physics.

"It was a few minutes for me, I guess it felt more like a few seconds for you?" I asked Eevee. She gave an affirmative yip and a nod. Man who said understanding pokemon was hard. You just had to ask the right questions. "Well, it's time for bed I reckon, let's go get a room," I said, as I walked over to the front desk. The Nurse Joy on duty seemed chipper, and was quite friendly and accommodating.

Once we were in our bed, - we were sharing obviously - I thought about how excited I was for the future. Not only was I the proud owner of an eevee, which were considered rare around here, I was also praying to Arceus I could catch a shiny ralts as well. Hopefully the future would be good.

Alright, slightly more action; we're slowly getting there.