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[[Maiyo]]

_____There are nine million
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_____in Beijing... ♬

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[[Maiyo]]

Silver met the girl's eyes with his default, steely glare. He seriously contemplated on whether or not she was worth talking to before he finally looked away, and walked towards his battered moped. "No," he began, clearly irritated. "I expect you to take decent care of those pokémon until, hopefully, their trainers come looking for them." When he knelt down to inspect the extent of the damage, Shiloh dashed up to Drita, and grinned widely. Despite being thoroughly exasperated with the little monster, Silver ignored her, and started a fruitless attempt to repair his only means of transportation. "If you can't do that much, I might as well just hand them back to the Rockets." The boy shook his head violently so that the rest of the woodland-debris in his hair fluttered to the ground. Shiloh, however, was busy soaking-up some much desired attention. The Weavile rubbed against the side of Drita's leg, trilling contently. She'd always taken a strong liking to girls, particularly ones that didn't exude the rash demeanor that constantly surrounded her master.

Frustrated, Silver kicked the moped a few times before it released a dismal-sounding putter. No good. Nearly forgetting that Drita was standing mere feet behind him, he glanced around the remainder of the sleepy town. Nobody was bustling, or seemed to be in a rush. It made Silver nervous; he wasn't used to such a constant state of tranquility. Scowling slightly, he stood and quietly nudged his vehicle with his foot. Looks like I'll be walking for a while. This would prove to be extremely problematic in the long-run. Silver didn't know how long it would take to reach Canalave City to begin with, and now that unknown time was multiplied by at least double. The dark pokémon peered over her shoulder at Silver, and tilted her head in question. She didn't mind how long it took, of course. Perhaps this human-girl would give her a tasty treat if they dawdled just a bit more. At the thought, Shiloh gently pressed her nose against Drita's ankle.

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