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So they had made it to Virdian City and the boy had fallen back to his usual personality. Cold, aloof, reserved, quiet- friendly at times but not showing to be very warm unless his pokemon needed something or wanted his attention. Hands were stuffed in his pockets- his right one was wrapped with bandages and had a bit of a pink spot from where blood was starting to seep through. It was mainly because he didn't want people to see or the culprit to feel that bad about it. The culprit being the pidgey who was nestled into his hair. There was a pikachu on his left shoulder and a rattata on his right- he saw no problem letting them travel with him and seeing some sights. 

If this wasn't already alarming, there was the fact it wasn't every day a pinkish-red eyed thirteen year old boy with whitish to gray hair in messy formal clothes (white button up shirt, dress trousers and shoes) were walking down the street without any adult supervision. 

He matured quickly for his age, it was a tad surprising.

Shortly after making it to Virdian,and after checking in on the pokemon center for his pokemon- he had found himself sitting in a small cafe as he decided what to do next. He needed to get to Pewter City but he didn't want to brave the forest alone. Well, he wasn't alone, he had pokemon- and he was sure he didn't need any human to go with but it was within his childish nature for his age to be rather scared of this second feat he needed to accomplish.