#mimitabun

Cian never was one to back down in a battle. Troublesome as they were, he didn’t like the taste of losing, and avoided it at any cost -- which was usually at the well being of his own team.

Pushed to the point of exhaustion, physically unable to take another step after his last brush with an irritatingly stubborn trainer, the majority of his pokémon were in need of some medical attention before he was able to regroup with the rest of his peers. They wouldn’t be of any use to him in a state such as this, on the trip back to Evolution’s base, after all. How annoying.

Finding himself at the nearest pokécenter, the admin couldn’t help but raise a brow at how empty the building seemed to be. It wasn’t an unreasonable time, but it was beginning to grow dark out, and Phyllite was a rather small town. Shrugging his shoulders, Cian brushed it off. It would only mean he’d get seen to quicker -- if he managed to find someone around here present in order to do their damn job.