>>55364678Silas scooped up his Volbeat and held it above his head to avoid being trodden on.
“Take it easy with that thing! You may be in a hurry, but I’m in no rush to become a pancake statistic for… whatever that Pokemon is.”
Tension wound between Silas’s teeth, forcing a smile as the girl bubbled on about Hoenn. “You have a colorful imagination, but Hoenn is just a normal, boring place. Eight gym leaders like everywhere else. I wouldn’t bother traveling there if I were…” Silas tugged at his collar, “Oh, you’re a Lisia fan? I’m surprised she’s still making waves outside of the region. Or are you looking to enter contests yourself?” Silas’s blinked away the visual overload that was the girls hair accessories. “Either way, when you do end up going, knock seven times on the third Contest Hall Spectacular ticket window and tell them Silas sent you.”
Wheaton the Volbeat writhed free of Silas’s hands and zipped away. Before running after him, Silas turned back. “Avoid anything outside of that. Routes are overrun with abandoned secret bases filled with ferocious wild Pokemon that prey on tourists.”
