Dorothy
"Rotom, remind me to NEVER trust Black again."

The brunette muttered in his usual stern tone as he walked down the alleyway, looking around cautiously whilst a familiar electric and ghost dual type Pokémon buzzed around him like a Cutiefly with a flower. He had taken a look around Sigville and had actualy forgotten the way back so in a reluctant attempt to find his way, he'd called his 'aquatance' Black who had most definitely given him the wrong directions.

"I can't even tell whether he did this on purpose or he's just an idiot.. It's probably both.."

The Rotom giggled and nodded, continuing to buzz around him energetically as it's trainer continued to walk, mostly unphased by any of this.
Lindsey
`Who is this sassy lost child?`

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The day had been a long one for the man even if he hadn't gone out travelling much today. These days it felt that he got exhausted so much more easier, perhaps it was the strong summer rays on his white pasty skin that made his mind go off in a dizzy decay. The thin man all though being relaxed couldn't help but want to sit in the unforsaken shadows even if it was for just a moment so simply have some room to breathe to himself. 

It was often that he smoked, he wasn't fond of the smell but what he did like to do was take a few puffs from an electric cigarette instead. He only allowed himself to do so if he was feeling *Nice to himself* As he said or just felt like taking a moment to show himself that he wasn't a complete stone heart and that he cared and loved himself too. 
Self love is important too sometimes!

This time around Grimsley had chosen to wear a black short sleeved collared shirt with very thin white stripes, slim-skinny pants that hung off his legs quite nicely, a belt that looked much to expensive and designer circular shades to hide his face. It was a holiday after all, he could look as ominous as he wanted it wasn't as if he was going to run into someone he knew. *Especially not in a shady alley way.* 

His ace Pokemon, Bisharp, stood in front of its trainer in its usual menacing stance. It caused the dark type trainer to chuckle before coughing in the mint scented air around him. 



"It's a holiday, please do relax."
Dorothy
The rotom seemed uncomfortable from the odd smell that made it's way over, looking at it's trainer and giving them small electric shocks to try and tell them something.

"Rotom, calm down, what is it?"

Shaking his head a little, Blake continued walking, the Pokémon by his side giving off a faint glow like a dim lightbulb that had a blueish-orange tint to it. Walking praticaly right past Grimsley and Bisharp without even noticing them, the man speaking made him jolt and on instinct, get a knife from his pocket and point it at them with a completely straight face.

However, once he realised who it was he slipped the weapon back into his pocket and folded his arms, wondering what they were doing there. His rotom on the other hand, shuffled into his satchel and seemingly possessed a handheld fan that was in there, getting back out and blowing away the smoke in it's new form.

"My apologies, Sir."

Oh yeah, just be all 'My apologies' when you jUST POINTED A *KNIFE* At someone ya emotionally struggling bastard-
Lindsey
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For a man as *Grim* As himself he'd have been lying had he said that he wasn't enjoying his time here. For the first time it didn't feel too bad to sit there soaking up the warmth sunlight in oppose to being seated dramatically on the couch in his elite four quarters *Or* Dramatically staring off into the distance awaiting for the next child to squander up the long flight of stairs only for him to absolutely crush them. 

He was very sound sensitive, the first few whispers between the rotom and the trainer had caught the dark type specialists attention although he dare didn't turn to show that he was listening. *It wasn't his fault that he had sharp hearing.* If i'm being honest, Grimsley often stealth trained with his team. He'd keep himself blind folded and make them make advancements towards him and he'd get himself to guess which angle they were coming from, it was the reason why he never was one to be jumpy around sudden surprises. 

He raised a brow whatever kind emotion that had been splayed on his face moments before now completely gone. His bisharp moved in front of its trainer like a mini guard splaying its own sharpened blade. Grimsley rolled his eyes slightly and pat the steel type Pokemons head softly as if he was telling him that there was no need to be so *Rash.* 

He cleared his throat slightly another stream of mint smelling clouds streaming from the side of his mouth a more enchanting smile embracing his face. He may be on holiday but that didn't mean he was going to start acting any less polite to the people around him- *Or at least he wasn't going to try doing that on purpose.* 


"You know... Carrying sharp weapons like that is illegal around here I could get you arrested." He purred in a mocking manner.
Dorothy
He looked up at the dark type trainer with a face devoid of expression, glancing over at the Bisharp for a moment before directing his attention back to the man infront of him.

"You gave a giant blade creature right next to you which could *Easily* Do more physical harm than a small switchblade."

The brunette said calmly, muttering something along the lines of 'Besides, thats not the only one I have' inaudibly under his breath. The Rotom (which was now Rotom Fan mode) floated up to beside Grimsley's face and blew air at them, trying to disperse of the bad smell. It seemed to be a bit uneasy with an unknown scent, but at least Blake didn't have his Dewott out, that little water type probably had some kind of OCD as it got aggravated when things weren't in a specific order and such.
Lindsey
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Had the boy been able to see his eyes through the dark shades he'd have seen that there was a playful mocking shine dancing through the the dull shades of blue that seemed to yet not understand the meaning of fair play and life. Charmed, he let out a small chuckle bringing his hand to his chin as if he were thinking for a moment. 

"My aren't you the life of the party?" He mused as if the trainer in front of him hadn't said a word. His Pokemon however seemed to have taken much offence to that comment, had the dear old man not been here he would have charged at it. The bisharps senses like its trainer was more than just a little enhanced. His bisharp moved so fast that it could reflect every single grain of sand that was fired at it. 

What an *Odd* Young man indeed, unlike the rest that Grimsley had encountered always being so polite in front of him or far more energetic- *Dare he say it but he found it disgusting almost.* Playfully he puffed out one last cloud of spear mint smelling air turning the cigar off and slipping it in the safe spot in his pocket before chuckling slightly. *This one felt different, His body language and disrespect couldn't have made that thought anymore apparent.* Perhaps even his Bisharp felt the same way, maybe that was why he seemed to have taken so much offence.
Dorothy
"I don't get invited to parties. Even if I did, I wouldn't go."

Blake said, tilting his head a little to the side. He knew Grimsley was mocking him, teasing him and just straight out making fun of him, but he didn't care, he couldn't care. His Rotom continued to blow away the mist, once the last of it had been dispersed into the air it hovered beside it's trainer and un-possessed the small handheld fan. Barely letting it drop, the brunette caught the handheld fan whilst maintaining direct eye contact with Grimsley. Most would of taken that as a sign if a challenge, but to him it was honestly just reflexes.

"So, what are you doing here anyway?"

He said in a monotone way, tucking the small fan into his satchel as if nothing had gone on. He did take a quick glance over at the Bisharp, knowing he had aggravated it without meaning to. It's not like he cared that he did, but at least he knew now to call the giant walking blade creature a-...Giant... Walking... Blade creature... Yeah-
Brenda
`you're no fun at all.`

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He couldn't help but childishly scoff at that. Out of all responses the man had wanted he never did think someone would actually take it quite literally. *What a bore, it nearly made him seem interesting almost.* The grin on his face was that off a cheeky purloin. 

Its not that he was making fun of Blake but would it be a crime for the tired man to live his life every once in a while? Perhaps but this most certainly wasn't an unpleasant encounter now that he had taken a good look of the boy that stood in front of him. He may have been giving off the energy that he was uninterested in him, found him a bore even but nothing warmed his soul more than bitter angsty children. 

Blake would have had a hard stare returned from the small bisharp causing its trainer to scoff slightly bending town to scold it gently. "Now now Bisharp he means no harm." He said in a tone completely different to what he had been using before. The man stood back up at his full height 6'1 and looked down at the boy once more. He didn't seem to be having a good day, he was more curious then he should have been but he couldn't help but ponder what possibly could have ruffled his feathers. 

"Oh you know, I was simply exploring the island... Fine place isn't it?" He said which is something completely uncalled for the man to say. To complement a place for it's beauty- even if he had called it out very simply and vaguely. "How about you? Kids shouldn't be running down alleyways... You never know who's waiting on the otherside."