Thomas walked out of the snow cone shack, red snow cone in hand.  Desmond, his ralts, was standing on Thomas' shoulder,  grabbing little bits of the cherry goodness and leading the boy down the beach as they went.  Thomas walked around aimlessly on the beach as he ate his treat, having nothing important to do at the moment.<br/><br/>Eventually he found a pair of trainers battling, and so he sat down on a beach chair and watched the fight go down.  Desmond turned to Thomas and pointed to his poke balls.<br/><br/>"Good idea, we should let the others out as well."  Opening the poke balls, his team leapt onto the beach.  Alma sat down on the right of Thomas and started watching the fight with him.  From the intense look on his face it was obvious he wanted in.  Bessie and Mathew began wrestling, moving away from the action as they had another fight, the two were adorable together. Rogue, who Thomas had just caught, just stood where he was, seeming uncertain of what to do.  Desmond looked at him and brought Thomas' attention to him.<br/>"Hey, Rouge," Thomas said to the gem-eyed pokemon, "why don't you come watch this fight with us.  It could be interesting."  Rouge looked around for a second, then finally came and sat to the left Thomas and Desmond.<br/><br/>As the fight went on Thomas took of his jacket and hoodie, since they were getting a bit hot. Even after he took off his shirt he still wore the beanie that covered his eyes, more for others benefit than his.  Apparently his eyes looked really nasty, but as of yet he hasn't built up the courage to have Desmond look at it.