He was going to be late. That was the word ringing in his ears as Grimsley hustled through downtown Nimbasa, trying to keep an air of elegance as he dodged around pedestrians and literally hurtled over the front of a cab at a crosswalk. Late. Grimsley detested lateness; it was so easy to be on-time, so easy to be early, even, that lateness to him was quite the sin. Grimsley was never late to anything, and so when the subway had been delayed and he’d stepped into town a full fifteen minutes later than he had intended, he hadn’t eve paused to think, just sprinted down city streets in a whirlwind of hurry.
Elesa’s gym happened to be on nearly the exact opposite side of town than the one he’d arrived on, and while it had been Grimsley’s initial intention to hail a cab, there was no time; traffic was backed up like usual, and he couldn’t spare a single minute. When he finally arrived at the fairgrounds, he broke into a full-out sprint, sliding in through the gym doors and nearly tripping over his own feet. Sweating, out of breath, and ready to collapse and go into shock, his eyes dart manically around to make out the Gym’s venue, and with a breath of relief he notes he must have arrived only just on time. He spies Elesa towards the front of the venue, and he flashes her a thumbs-up before hurrying to find somewhere out-of-the way to watch, eyes bright with excitement.
Grimsley loved doing this sort of thing, popping in on Gym Leaders to watch battles or see their shows or exhibits, their culture; it was unique to each of them, and usually a marvelous sight to behold. They were ambitious, hard-working people, the lot of them, and always seemed to be good at what they did; Elesa was no exception. Not to mention she was just fun; there was always a certain energy in her that was simply enlightening, and her shows were always a good time to be had.
This one was no different. Grimsley is once more wowed, amazed, inspired. He watches with the intensity of a braviary, never once looking away or giving it any less than the attention and respect the show, Elesa, deserved. Truly, it was art in motion. By the end, Grimsley was star-struck, and he couldn’t help but give it a standing ovation. Then there was the bustle of everyone trying to leave, and he kept his seat, waiting for the crowds to thin out—and when they had, leaped to his feet, eager to seek Elesa out.
“That was amazing!” he called as he approached, “yet another successful event—you really have a knack for it, don’t you?”
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