Post by jomei pierre akimoto on Jul 9, 2019 2:30:52 GMT
[attr="class","abadthing"]jomei took a deep breath and inhaled, the sweet scents of littleroot thick with the pollen from a summer breeze sifting through the mighty oaks and pines that surrounded the small town. a sneeze distrubed the silent peace, followed by a sniffle. he never used to have allergies before. a soft sigh slipped away from him as he reached for his fanny pack. it was a soft pink, and held many things from berries to pokeballs, repel and potions; but for now, he reached for his medical grade hand sanitizer and vigiriously rubbed his hands together.
this was where her journey started, jomei thought to himself as his eyes grazed over the small village in the sea of trees. it was here his would start as well. he pulled out a pokedex that one of the region's professor's assistant's secretary handed him without so much blinking an eye. just needed to see his passport and registration, and boom. a legal trainer, professional and all.
it was anticlimactic. the whole thing was. just like before, in johto. and then kalos. it was stupid. he was stupid. a throat itch turned coughing fit forced his mind away from such thoughts as jomei frantically searched for some kleenex, and of course, more hand sanitizer. no one else needed to feel this way. no one deserved to feel that way. were any to take notice, they would see a young man dropping pokeballs and money alike as he spit up into some tissue.
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