rollin' up on dis route lookin' 4 a dank ass mon. we ask 4 a pory to the gon so count up like 1, 2, and z (wait what?)

gimme dat spawn b4 i become poor n' gone.

Seeing her trainer's guest unattended, the Indeedee waddles her way closer towards Stormy with outstretched hands and graciously accepts her gifts for him. The loud rock music momentarily softens as buzzing and a robotically synthesized voice takes over: ”You’ve got mail!” Hendrix sets down his soldering kit onto the table once again and lifts his phone up from the table. Still oblivious to the woman’s presence, he begins tapping away at his phone to reply.

Shamed by her trainer’s example, the Indeedee approaches him, tapping on his large bicep before motioning over towards the poor woman. The redheaded engineer arches his brow questioningly before finally looking over towards Stormy’s direction – his eyes widening and his cheeks quickly turning red. With one final tap against the phone’s screen, a soft beep echoes past the music – his message sent. ”No…?” he unconvincingly replies aloud.

His eyes dart down onto the screen of his phone as he prepares to delete the message, but knowing that it’s too late, he can only wallow and accept his failure.

He reaches behind his neck and rubs his hand against it and lets out a sheepish chuckle as he sets down the phone. ”Sorry.” he candidly apologizes. Hendrix lifts himself up from his chair and approaches the woman, ignoring her somewhat cross expression. Stretching out his hand, he reaches out to gently grab her hand. ”Thanks for coming over though.”

"Aran, Dragon claw." Hendrix shouts upon sighting the Tauros. Letting out a gruff and thunderous roar, the Charizard lunges forward with flapping wings accelerating it into the air. Its claws glow blue as it slashes against the Tauros. Startled by the roar, it's unable to react properly to the sudden attack as it topples over.

Watching it buckle under the attack, Hendrix quickly throws out a pokeball at the bull.