He had said it once already, and he'd probably say it a thousand times. When Kaito had wished, as a kid, that he could live in a video game, he most certainly didn't mean this. Oh sure, it was a video game (more now than it had ever been before) but it didn't have to be all pixely and creepy, did it?
Kaito was sitting on the dotted ground in front of the Pokemon Center, fiddling with his gear in an attempt to communicate with others on the network and figure out how to fix this (if it was possible) when Heather streaked passed. He glanced up just in time to see the giant skeleton monster hot on her heels, and suddenly the Pokegear became less important than it had been ten seconds ago.
"Heather--! Shit--!"
Kaito was agile and swift, so it took mere seconds for him to leap to his feet and dart after her, gear clutched in his hand. It was a good thing he had his Pokemon attached to his belt still, though he was (understandably) reluctant to use them. It was far too weird seeing his friends, usually so colorful and filled with life, act like 8-bit sprites.
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Kaito was sitting on the dotted ground in front of the Pokemon Center, fiddling with his gear in an attempt to communicate with others on the network and figure out how to fix this (if it was possible) when Heather streaked passed. He glanced up just in time to see the giant skeleton monster hot on her heels, and suddenly the Pokegear became less important than it had been ten seconds ago.
"Heather--! Shit--!"
Kaito was agile and swift, so it took mere seconds for him to leap to his feet and dart after her, gear clutched in his hand. It was a good thing he had his Pokemon attached to his belt still, though he was (understandably) reluctant to use them. It was far too weird seeing his friends, usually so colorful and filled with life, act like 8-bit sprites.
"Heather, the hell did you do?!"