>>27329482A black haired man with the ability to make small objects hover has not left his home in over eight years. Food arrives via delivery and is brought into his house only after the deliveryman has left.
Everyday he wakes up and polishes his poke balls then practices making them spin in opposite orbits out from a center point in concentric circles.
One day, as he's doing this, one of the few companions he has, one of you only points of remotely social contact, his gardevoir, stays his hand and looks him longingly in the eyes.
The balls drop with soft clatters to the ground as she opens her mouth - anticipation and fear churn in his stomach like a storm; finally she says,
"Go the fuck outside already." 