It had been such a long time since Kyouhei had come to the Complex, it almost looked completely different. And yet, it didn't. He recognized every little detail of the Complex, from the flowers to the Pokemon to the workers. Everything was so familiar to him that he felt a kinship almost for the place. It was like his second home, his home away from home. When things got to be too stressful, he could always come to the Complex to relax and let his worries wash away. And what was even better was the fact that the Pokemon of the Complex loved to play with him and Zorua. 

Walking slowly through the Complex, Kyouhei decided that he'd rather sit on his favorite bench and look at the sea for the day instead of play with the Pokemon. While he loved the Pokemon in the Complex dearly, he was really tired and would prefer to actually just rest for the day. Perhaps someday later on when he wasn't quite as tired. 

Giving a tired smile, Kyouhei made his way down the path leading towards the deck. However, before he could even reach the benches, he noticed someone sitting in his usual spot. Frowning a bit, Kyouhei hummed in slight distress, obviously upset by the sudden change in schedule. Frowning a bit, Kyouhei silently debated what he should do. While he really wanted to go up to the person and demand that they sit somewhere else, he knew that he couldn't do that. It was a public place and he had no right to force anyone to move.