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From the trainer's first words, a spike of panic sliced through Steven's fatigue. He was being interrogated. This trainer was trying to pry information out of him. But why? They were on the Trousselin together. He couldn't be one of the culprits-- "No! I haven't told any of the staff. We don't...

Steven blinked, taken by surprise. What? "I'm not--" A dandy? Looking for excitement? Thinking you were going to stab me? Wanting to get stabbed by the other trainer in a shady trenchcoat? Steven didn't know what he was going to say, so he let it hang in the air as he felt the trainer's...

Steven was still watching the Espeon at his feet when the trenchcoat trainer spoke. His voice dripped with accusation, and Steven froze. He hoped neither of them noticed the way he went stiff as a board, or the way his fingers twitched toward his rings. Slowly, he slid his hands out of sight...

Steven watched, still on edge, as the trenchcoat trainer stood and stammered his way through an explanation. He certainly wasn't behaving like a threat, and now at his full height, Steven recognized him as the trainer from the lounge the previous morning-- the less aggressive of the two...

Steven dismissed the first rustle in the bushes as the wind, too lost in his own misery to care much more than that. However, the second rustle was too loud, too ungainly to ignore. Someone or something was here with him. And he was completely alone. Steven spun to face the noise, and on...

Steven didn't know where he wanted to go, other than away. Away from everyone else. Away from his mistake. Away from... Everything. He really wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. Normally he'd run from his problems into the depths of the earth, but without Aggron by his side, it...