>>5712317>>5712335>>5712364After breakfast and armed with some directions from Fie, you set out with Gareth, half-expecting to have to deal with Team Green at every corner.
You don't see a one, or any shifty hipsters, for that matter.
You get all the way to the store before anyone so much as gives you a second glance and when they do, it's a kid a few years your junior who perks up and waves, fumbling for a poke ball.
"Hey, either of you fancy a battle?" He asks.
>You're on. (Bet, no. of pokemon.)>I'd rather not.>Other 