Louie had not sad a single word during his brief encounter with the young black-haired girl. Sitting far away in the corner of the couch of the train-part he peered from above his scarf around his neck, which was wrapped so tightly around his head that it hid his mouth away from sight. It was rather uncomfortable as well, and as he fumbled with the end of the blue coloured fabric, he pulled it down and answered the girl with a quiet, yet understandable voice. It was soft and feminine, but still male enough for the others to recognise him as a guy. There was a slight lil't in it as well, almost immediately giving away the fact that he was certainly born to be gay.<br/><br/>''Ssorry I bumped into you.. I didn't mean to, I jusst got pusshed into thiss train and well.. I'm ssorry..''<br/><br/>Louie's gay lisp was clearly evident in his words, the way in which /s/ was pronounced—with a high peak frequency and a highly negatively skewed spectrum—made it more distinctive from other similar sounds, making him an easy target to pick on. It was at that moment that the ghost pokemon decided to appear next to the unfortunate boy, making him jump from his seat and bump his head painfully into the baggage rack above him. The young man seemed so out-of-place and uncomfortable with socializing that only bad luck could follow up on his actions. Still rubbing the sore spot on his head he tentatively looked around in the trains wagon, noticing a young and daringly pink and black dressed girl watching his moves.<br/><br/>He could see her shake her head after looking at his form, and he started to blush of embarrassment. She had seen him already stumble and be clumsy, but now he just felt more outdone that someone was judging him by those things. Not that she actually was though, it was just Louie's paranoid mind making up things to make it even more difficult for him to handle the awkward social situation he had placed himself in. He almost sighed of relief when another girl entered the wagon, dressed in entirely green with a soft pink hue to her long hair. She was quite a sight to see, very beautiful, although he wondered if she could not have been a boy. The way she moved and dressed seemed to tell Louie that she wasn't though, and he did not spend much time on the matter any more.<br/><br/>She was very kind, and immediately started asking around is anyone wanted a biscuit or something to drink. He wasn'y hungry or thirsty, and had brought his own supplies, but was relieved when she offered holding back security for them to have their pokemons out. He felt like trusting her, so he grabbed, with a little difficulty, the pokemon ball of his back and let squirtle out of his confinements. Something that brightened up the face of the young boy immediately, as the young pokemon stumbled and fell into his arms, curling up on the lap of his master and swaying his tail happily. The overjoyed pokemon looked around and waved his hand to the others, poking Louie in his stomach as he silently pointed at the brown-haired boy. Something that made the four-eyed Louie almost fog his glasses when his cheeks burned the blush that seemed to be spreading over his face. Yep, even Zenigame could pick out the boy Louie instantly had liked. Eventhough he tried to hide it so desperately, it had felt very attracted to the rough appearance of the leather-jacket guy.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>