It was looking to be an...interesting day at the Chrisoburg household. The "man" of the house was taking shelter at one of the neighbor's house-he stilled remembered the conversation....or rather, shouting match, that had lead to this day. And he was not eager to repeat it.. His son took after his wife-and Mr. Chrisoburg was not a dumb man. His wife did not enjoy losing-and somehow...somehow, his son had outmanuvered her.
Today was the day when his son, Sean was taking his Houndour, Bast, out on a journey across the world. His wife was going to be in a bad mood for the rest of the week. The wise would take shelter, the stupid would lose their ear-drums.
Sean meanwhile, had just left the house...after a rather tearful goodbye from his mother. Walking besides him was a Houndour who'd been in the family since he was a pup, Bast. Who had somehow emerged from the rather chaotic Chirsoburg homelife as a calm and collected creature.
Sean didn't pretend to understand that. He looked down the walkway and at the other trainers heading out to get their pokemon from the Professor-maybe he'd have a companion or two on the road. Regardless, Sean crouched down and patted his pokemon on the head. "Looks like we made it eh? I never thought she'd let us leave..."