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Nate probably should have thought harder about what it would mean that the weavile kid had gotten a text message about the legendary: that probably everybody with a fucking phone got the same message, and that they were then all going to show up and want a piece of the action. It looked like...

"That makes sense," Mightyena said. "My trainer wants to talk about battling all the time, so I bet that's what he'd want to ask Steven about, too. It's so boring! Fighting is fun, but talking about fighting all the time is no good." Aggron was probably right about Nate needing to smile more...

Nate watched the weavile clamber aboard the aggron, looking absurdly tiny atop his broad shoulders. She was still acting kind of erratic, apparently swooning from something more than the heat. The three pokémon were all chattering away amongst each other, thick as thieves already. For a moment...

Nate's eyebrows rose faintly when the kid emphasized the word "read." Okay, so that was definitely a dig, and also, just what in the fuck was it with people on this island and fucking reading? It was weird as shit. He could very well fucking read, for fuck's sake, and he was tired of people...

Nate blanched under Steven's skeptical look. Great. Just fucking great. The absolute last thing Nate needed was some fucking champion taking any sort of interest. It was time to be gone. Steven and the girl could team up, become great friends, woo, awesome, and he and Mightyena could go find...

Nate smirked as the girl leapt to her feet, apparently ready to give him a piece of her mind. This was gonna be good. Except the words died on her lips, and following her startled gaze, Nate saw--oh. Shit. That's right. This was some kind of wacko places where you could be getting chewed out by...

Did Nate particularly care to see whatever canned "proof" the girl had no doubt prepared in advance to back up her texting trick? Not really. In fact, this entire conversation felt like it wasn't enriching his life any. The girl and her weavile could enjoy smugging at each other, alone, as far...

Nate sensed a trap here somewhere and took a drag of the vile coffee to give himself a moment to think. "Well, I already had one kid try to convince me she spoke pokémon, and she did a damn better job of it than you are with the fucking phone." "She definitely did know what I was saying!"...