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He paces with mindlessness and empty thoughts because tonight is not a night for deliberate musings. It is a night for emptying the mind and hoping for a calm in the silence. Recent events have left him questioning things he has long since left behind him, a circling pattern in his mind and history he had chosen to bury deep and leave behind for reason no other person needed to know.

"C'mon girl" the mimikyu scuttle beside him with a murmur because she knows this mood. He is not always like this but it means they will have little fun and more business. He's looking for something in the dark and what it is is just as much a mystery as everything else tends to be.

His feet are not shuffling tonight because he's not in his clunky boots, barefooted and taking solace in the grounding he feels from cool earth below his feet. The intermittent pavement from the sprawling city interrupts the coolness but he has accepted it as part of the new age for years. He seeks something different from it, the patterns of grassy patches, dirt and man formed earth guides him through the night.

Evan does not know what he seeks, but to stay in the crowding walls of the stray, the confines of tent, anywhere but open air seems unfitting. It feels like the world would close in on him if he were to stay there and what else is he to do then? He could wonder farther, out into mountains and caves but somehow nature is not what he needs either.

Circles, he is tracing circles in the darkness of Slateport.

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