#heartgoldecho

          "....Don't got many kouhais y'know...." Squints suspiciously. 

[high-fives the kouhai]

          The strange boy stood outside the building for what seemed like hours. He may as well have been since even the bustling people of Goldenrod stopped occasionally to give him weird glances. What? Can't a guy stare at a damn train station in peace? Then again, it's not as if he was paying too much attention. Once Red got to the point of zoning out it took a lot to get him out of that state.            "...tch..." He kicked a nearby pebble against the station's walls before shoving gloved hands into the pockets of his jacket and storming west. The Pikachu that was forever perched on the boy's shoulders gave a cry of disdain, going limp over his shoulder. "...Shoosh, okay? Y' ain't gotta deal with this like I do..." The rodent heaved a groaning "Pikaaa..." in reply.            Red eventually reached a dead end- a large building with two fountains in front of it. Global Trade Station? Whatever. It didn't seem all that important. The Trainer sighed, flopping down on the edge of one of said fountains. Pikachu slid down his body, resting on his Trainer's lap. Crimson eyes stared off into space as a hand absently pet the yellow Pokemon. Clearly there was something on his mind.