"Ch'yaaah, c'mere c'mere already!" Nix urged the reluctant scyther closer, noticing the large insect was starting to fall behind again. If it wasn't for the fact that the dubbed Endymion had a mild fear of pokéballs, the aide would have opted to carry the overgrown insect in one of them instead. It would certainly make his job that much easier, but he just had to notice the hesitation portrayed.

Then again, End was also pretty much scared of numerous things. Nix would have thought that a pokémon so intimidating would have more pride and self-assurance than that. However, that's also what made the scyther such an interesting specimen, he supposed. His appearance certainly didn't lend itself to helping the scyther appear bashful, that was for sure.

Of course, Endymion wasn't above being irritated by the whole ordeal. They hadn't had a day of rest for perhaps a week, and the insect was fairly certain that he was entitled to be a little rebellious. Especially after Nix had practically forced him to wear a mareep-cotton scarf earlier. He didn't know if it could get more embarrassing than that.

In his mental grumbling, End noticed a nearby daycare -- or rather, he noticed the random pokémon that scurried about the enclosures. That was something new. Not only that, but there were so many pokémon that didn't seem to have originated from the area! How was Nix not intrigued by this?

Of course, the ignorant scyther had also not been in trainer-captivity long enough to realize an establishment when he saw it. After all, buildings were interesting, but didn't necessarily automatically equate someone living within. Or rather, a business. Never mind that there were plenty of people, most trainers and breeders, around the vicinity. He scooted closer to inspect the place, confused but curious all the same.