Executive Proton

Sticking his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he started to make his way back towards Violet city, his usual aggravated look stuck on his face. Although Proton was fairly used to failure, the constant trials never broke his determination. The only thing they did do was add to his almost constant sour mood. Although his endeavors with Golbat may never reach success, he knew things were going to turn in his favor. He could feel it.

“The poor thing…” she said to herself as she walked behind him, wondering how she could get his attention without looking like a complete stalker.

  "What the hell'd ya say?" He snapped, glaring aggressively into the others eyes. His short temper and defensive nature was certainly getting the best of him; he didn't even take into consideration that the woman could have simply been talking to herself. But it was too late now. Proton growled softly through his teeth and drew  his hand back to rest on two Pokeballs clipped onto his belt, just in case. "How long have you been poking around here?"