Revi sighed with relief at the curfew. He had returned Absol at the announcement and immediately darted towards the door, for once wishing he knew Quick Attack. He turned to Lucas with a grateful smile. “Ah, sorry about that. I just caught a Pidgey,” As if to prove a point, Revi pulled out his Pokeball with an apologetic grin, “and I think they’re just a little ticked. Thanks Lucas.” Pushing himself against the wall, Revi released Absol again and looked at Pidgey’s Pokeball with concern. The bird type, minutes ago free, was still injured and would probably have a scar if it didn’t get healed soon… But at curfew, Revi could do nothing.
”I guess I’ll have to wait to heal ya’ Pidgey. Sorry about that.” He muttered to the pokeball, settling himself against his bed that he had claimed earlier, where his backpack was perched against and his “welcome” letter of the academy laid crumpled. “Nice to meet you Lucas. Where are ya’ from?”
”I guess I’ll have to wait to heal ya’ Pidgey. Sorry about that.” He muttered to the pokeball, settling himself against his bed that he had claimed earlier, where his backpack was perched against and his “welcome” letter of the academy laid crumpled. “Nice to meet you Lucas. Where are ya’ from?”