He left Bicho to the pokémon center quickly. He knew they "healed" the creatures, but didn't know or care how it worked. Fact was that Bicho had, despite all his enthusiasm, been pretty tired, so Tulio decided that he might as well leave him at that place overnight.

He still sort of maybe a little missed the loud buzzing of his wings at the moment though. Walking streets alone wasn't anything new to him, but in all honesty he hadn't had to be on his own for quite some time now - him and Miguel went years back, and when they got separated now he'd had, well, the mutant dragonfly.

In a way, though, it also offered a nice oppurtunity to clear his mind. He mused on this while walking down the streets, looking at the houses and trying to spot that familiar red shirt and blonde hair in the crowd. Envy'd been driving him close to insanity, even though he'd been much more agreeable the past day, and his mind had been going nuts about all kinds of different things lately. A crowd was a familiar place, after all, his natural habitat - as were the streets.

He turned right. He saw a few red jackets, but not what he was looking for. He took a left, another right, and found himself staring up at a building, a huge tower, and took a few steps backwards. It was impressively tall, seemed to be even higher than the churches he'd been familiar with, but he had other things that called for his attention.

Then, when he turned to fall back on the main street, he spotted Miguel - just like that. He didn't really need to see much more than that shirt and that hair before making his way over. Miguel had his eyes fixed on the ground in a way that wasn't unfamiliar to Tulio, but unusual, but he didn't really care for what the reason might be. He crossed the distance in a few long strides.

"Miguel! Hey!"

He grabbed him by the shoulders, smiling and shaking him a little in excitement, just really happy to see him again.