[Ecruteak City is a long way from Cinnabar Island, but Blaine can't precisely say he minds; he's been too fired up at the prospect of having been selected as the prize for the newspaper's writing contest. Naturally that sort of thing did wonders for a leader's ego — particularly since his gym is one of the least-frequented in the entire Johto/Kanto circuit. It's always nice to feel important and relevant, especially when you're getting on in years like he is.
He's right on time, of course, and comes strolling in at their arranged meeting time on the dot. The newspaper had sent him a name, so if nothing else he knows he's looking for a young lady. Other than that, though, he'll have to wait and be recognized himself.
Not that he minds. There's that ego thing again.
So, looking sharp as always, he doffs his hat once he's in the entryway of the pizza parlor, and brightly surveys the surroundings in search of his possible evening's companion.]
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He's right on time, of course, and comes strolling in at their arranged meeting time on the dot. The newspaper had sent him a name, so if nothing else he knows he's looking for a young lady. Other than that, though, he'll have to wait and be recognized himself.
Not that he minds. There's that ego thing again.
So, looking sharp as always, he doffs his hat once he's in the entryway of the pizza parlor, and brightly surveys the surroundings in search of his possible evening's companion.]