[attr="class","taka"]Rustboro City was busy, noisy, and definitely reminded Sasha of home. It was somehow nostalgic despite only recently making it to Hoenn. He did miss home, of course, but being here was better than being swarmed by media, press, and paparazzi alike. Here he could simply... Exist, and be himself. Even if his fashion sense still made him stick out, it was much better than what he had originally been noticed for. "Please," he thought, "let me  be noticed for my fashion choices for once."

He hadn't originally had a plan upon walking through the city. He had no mission, directive, or motive. He also was not going to use the city's aesthetics for inspiration either. It was too similar to home, with gym and all. A sigh would escape him before something caught the corner of his eye. A studio. He hadn't been in some else's studio since... Well, since he started becoming famous. It intrigued him, and a hum would escape him gently as he stepped to the door and walked in. "Hello," he'd call out, looking around to find a person before stepping further.