#struts in

     Good lord, were all Unovian Pokemon this huffy? Sapphire spares another pointed glare at the Braviary currently glowering at her from a few feet’s distance. Looks like the thing finally got up with her tailing it and decided to make it clear fighting back was very much an option. Sharp gazes meet, a silence falling over the two of them before Sapphire finally pounces the beast--- feathers fly, unruly screeching breaking the silence of the woods as the two wrestle around for dominance.

     It isn’t until footsteps catch Sapphire’s attention that things are put on pause; the shrieking bird is put in a full nelson, wings flapping wildly and talons splayed, as she attempts to glance over at the stranger.

The blonde was staring at the silhouette that stayed seated in the seat behind the desk, paperwork piled on either side of him. To be honest, he had never really seen the skylark as the teacher type, but then again, people could change. As he walked in the room, he closed the door behind him and walked over, the soft sound of footsteps hitting linoleum and the scribbling of pen all that could be heard in the silence.

Leaning himself against the window, he grabbed the sill lightly with his hands and leaned back, looking at the city from where he stood, sienna hues remembering times long past and he let out a soft chuckle, though it was mostly breathe. "I'm glad to see you're doing well." The words were soft, contemplating as sienna hues flicked over to the seated teacher.

He noticed the paper in the others hand was full of red marks and wondered which student had done it, but it wasn't his business so he didn't ask. Stroking the sill softly, he looked around the big classroom then at the model that stood in a corner. That also reminded him of old days, them fighting and sometimes using dummy's for training.

Letting out another soft chuckle, he closed his eyes before he hoisted himself up and walked over, grabbing a chair from one of the desks and planting himself on it, arms hanging over the back. "What made you choose teaching, anyways?" He asked, not sure what he should be saying in this moment. After all, he was pretty sure he was the last person the younger male expected to see.