May was shopping for a couple of items at the Goldenrod Department Store. As she was shopping, she noticed an object on the ground. This didn’t seem like something the Store would sell. In fact, it looked like it could be important. No...it was definitely important. It was a person’s trainer card! She promptly picked up the card and looked for the trainer in question. After searching each and every floor, she finally found them. May walked up to them and proceeded to tap them on the shoulder.

Clearly giving quick glances from time to time with that dusting of color on his cheeks, "Didn't think you the strip tease sort of fella you know, heh." resting his chin in his hands when purposely poking a bit with words and smiling, "You too skittish to show off or what...? If that's the case I'll head off then..." busy humming there when looking a bit like a doofus like usual before trying to slip out of the room before giving a 'pbb!' noise for good measure then tossing a towel at the red head.

Evidently he was the one that was skittish considering he was still wearing that hoodie and the rest of his clothes aside from the shoes that he left at the door. He was dorking around as usual so it seemed though the air was a bit different now between the two of them.

Soon as he was out of there he was sliding across the floor when trying to keep a step ahead, "Bawk bawk!!" biting his lip a bit when thumping against the wall from sliding across the floor before hurrying to the other room, "Brilliant, I have no clue if he's likely to really be ruffled from that or not." going into hiding for a bit there while tugging on his hoodie with that quiet sigh.

A bit flustered when hearing steps and muffling a squeak with his hands, scurrying away from the door like a panicked Furret and zipping into the bedroom closet then shutting it somewhat. Busy peeking out after a moment with that fluffed look but coming face to face with the said red head and squeaking a bit.

Green does not often visit Pewter. It’s a nice enough place, he supposes, but he has zero interest in it usually to warrant a visit during the middle of the training season. But as he had no final challengers, he’d decided to take a day trip, visit the famous Mt. Moon in search of a moonstone large enough to carve. As he’s passing by the gym, a shock of rich red hair catches his eye. He pauses, before carefully walking closer to observe the boy, who is staring at the doors as though they have personally betrayed him.

“Late start on the gym challenge?” He asks politely, offering the boy a half-smile.