“Heh, I get that. I don’t really know what t’do when I’m not songwritin’ or practicin’ a song, or doin’ a concert rehearsal. I have more time t’so those things, sure, but… gotta remind m’self t’take time for m’self.” By either traveling around the region, visiting the other Gym Leader, or supporting Marnie in her Gym Battles. Now that he had Milo as a friend, he felt he actually had someone to go to, with the upcoming guitar practices being a bonus. 

He was taken aback a bit by Milo final statement, resulting in him looking down at the plush Wooloo. He then chuckled a little as he met his gaze again. “I am now? Never thought’d be remotely fun, for anythin’. But you’re fun to talk t as well. Really relaxin’ t’be ‘round.” At the question, he shrugged, setting the Wooloo on the table and leaning back in his chair. He crossed his arms as he said, “I kinda miss battlin’ challengers. But it’s great to ‘ave more time t’focus on my music. Been plannin’ on ‘aving concerts ooutside of Spikemuth, actually.”

“That would be a real treat for people that can’t go out that far. You know my little bro has friends that talk about your music some times. Oh hey-”

“Is sword training important? If it is, then I gotta learn! Granpa is always telling me that learning new skills is always a good idea!”

“Whoa! I never noticed that! Do they just like going around barefoot all the time? Marshal never wears shoes either!”

“The youth of today are excellent trainers of pokemon...

of course they were good pokémon for guarding your mind - psychic types were one of the most POWERFUL and useful types in the entire world. it was something he believed in strongly, and something he would continue to make clear to anyone who wanted to try and pick an argument over types with him. at the mention of his ‘BARRIER’, a brow raises in doubt. he wasn’t exactly a SCEPTIC, but he was not entirely trusting, either. especially of such an oddly-dressed stranger. 

“you would be correct.” he states, though his voice is almost DEVOID of any kind of emotion, lavender eyes narrowed as he stares at will, hands shoved into his coat pockets. “mawile, gardevoir and rapidash are three of the six i have with me.” bede pauses there, allows a SMIRK to mar his features. “a psychic rapidash, that is.”

"A psychic Rapidash?”

The man took a step back. “That sounds... magnificent.” The shock wore off easily with excitement taking over. Discoveries such as this were a strong reason for his world traveling habits. What a treat Galar was showing itself to be. “Now look at this,” He chuckled a bit. “Here I am trying to entertain, yet it’s you who’s ‘wowed’ me. Touche!”

Raihan made sure Allister found a table just fine by himself. Letting out a small chuckle as he watched the younger gym leader plop himself into the stool before ordering their sweets. The staff still looked rather unnerved by the boy’s strange noises from earlier, but seemed to brighten up. After grabbing the sweets and drinks (bubble tea for him and juice for Allister), he made his way over to where Allister decided to sit. “Alright, one giant M&M’s brownie and nice glass of berry juice comin’ in!”

“Juice?”

A rhetorical question he asked in surprise. Bouncing lightly in his seat as the treats were placed in front of him. “Thank you... Raihan.” After saying his thanks, Allister looked back to the treats, then to his hands. Slowly, he pulled back the long sleeves. They wouldn’t stay back very well unless they were rolled up to his elbows. So he had to try a few times before they’d actually stayed there.

“No no. Johto was one of my favorite places to live. I wouldn’t have accepted my position as an Elite Four member had I felt otherwise.” 

“My mask may not be the most extravagant design put to a face- but surly you can tell the different between mine, and those cardboard cut-out masks of Team Break members.”

“Sundays, huh?” Now to see if that worked for him as well… He looked away, arms folding over his chest as he thought it all over. Sundays were the least likely nights for concerts, considering it was the night before the start of the work week for most. He’d hate to be the reason for someone being too tired from the concert to focus at their work the next day. Finally, he came to a conclusion and looked back at Milo. “Sundays would be fine with me. There’s hardly any concerts those nights, anyway. I don’t mind comin’ later in the day either. It’ll give ms somethin’ to do with me not bein’ a Gym Leader anymore.”

Milo felt himself calming down from all the excitement. Gently nodding to their arrangement. “Good to hear. I like staying busy myself. Don’t always know what to do when I’m not working. Sometimes people have to remind me to take it easy.” Milo then pulled out a chair with one had. Sitting himself down with crossed arms on the table. “It’s one of the reason I like you popping by like this. It reminds me, ‘Oh yeah! you can take breaks’. You’re fun to talk to.” Milo chuckled a bit. “You probably get this a lot, but how has retirement been anyway?”

Shadows like these didn’t really show up at this hour of the day. Mostly dark orbs on the sidewalk wouldn’t show up until dusk, or dawn. They hardly came out so soon after lunch time. These shadows were small, round and often go unnoticed. Allister liked watching them move. He was focused on the ground during his pursuit of these three. While they were a touch finicky in their movements, their paces wasn’t too fast for his short legs to keep up.

During his walk, he was unaware of anyone around him. People were passing by. Barely missing the boy working himself into a jog. Once he really started to get going, that’s when he collided with a stranger. Someone tall with blond hair. By the time Allister stabilized himself. The shadows were gone, and he was looking up at this stranger he’d just headbutted.

there’s not much bede can do except stand there, sceptical, and wait for the man to do whatever silly TRICK he was intent on doing. upon hearing the first few things, his eyes narrow. it’s close enough for bede to be slightly WARY of how the other had been guessing these details, but it wasn’t quite PERFECT. 

“you’re close enough i suppose. you got my name correct, yet you predicted i am a year younger than i actually am.” he’s seventeen, not sixteen, and though it’s a MINOR error it only cements bede’s belief that this was all royally nonsense. bede isn’t, however, particularly surprised to hear that his mind is durable. he’d never been one to confide in people, and he supposed that his stoic demeanour probably translated over to his mind by now. “of course. i specialise in psychic types.”

“That makes a lot of scene. I should have tried a lot harder in such a cases.” Will shook his head. Disappointed, but not upset at the boy. He actually smiled a bit more. “They’re good pokemon for protecting your mind like that.”  He took a step back. Pointer and middle finger pressed to his right temple. “Now that I’ve got your barrier out of the way, let me guess what pokemon you have on guard.”

It’d been rather hot outside for the time of day it was. Beautiful as the scenery was, the sun was falling over the resting ocean had little effect on the humidity. That left the outer part of the restaurant unoccupied by customers. Fine dining outside was only a treat if the weather didn’t make your bread soggy.

The staff hadn’t seated anyone outside for such reasons. So it was particularly strange to see a man alone out there. Siebold himself was the one to take notice. So he fixed his collar, went out to the deck, and approached the table of one.