Alphonse D. Clannon
The Sickly Boy
Sleeping quietly in his bed on the boat, Alphonse was woken up with a start as an announcement rung out over the loud speaker on the boat. He realized quickly he was not the only one startled, as his Charmander, Zippo, had fallen right out of the bed. He laughed childishly as Zippo sent him a glare while climbing back up onto the bed and then pointed at his clothing as if to say it was time to get up. Sighing, the blue haired boy got up and put on some fresh clothes, a plain white t-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans.
About to leave the room, Zippo had, what Alphonse could only describe as, a hissy fit. He freaked out before jumping down over to the bed, walking to Alphonse's suitcase, and taking out his pills.
"Oh, riiight." the boy smiled and shrugged it off easily.
"I must have forgotten." he passed it off so nonchalantly that the fire on the Charmanders tail practically trippled in size from pure anger. After taking his medication Alphonse and Zippo headed up to the top deck. Once there, the sun was practically blinding in comparison to his dark room. Alphonse leaned up against the railings and looked out at the ship deck and beyond, it seemed there was a lot of people talking on the boat. It made Alphonse worry because he had still not made any friends yet.