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Things were busy since the gala event and how everything had gone so crazy. He’d been rushing about and trying to get his Pokémon ready for more gym battles seeing as they’d been getting stronger. However, at the edges of his mind was always the vague sense of worry that he wouldn’t be prepared in time for his first contest. He’d spoken to his mother a few times and she’d attempted to soothe him with words of confidence as well as reassuring him that it was normal to worry. Apparently she’d never gotten over her jitters each time she went through a contest and it was certainly relieving to hear that considering in a way she’d become his idol, granted he’d learned long ago he didn’t want to be like her or be in her shadow. He simply hoped no one would recognize his mother within his looks the day he took his first contest and performed alongside his Pokémon. He’d heard rumors and even from his own father that she’d been rather well known during her days as a coordinator and was still sometimes invited to special events but she no longer encouraged it. Admittedly, it would have been amazing to see his mother during a contest live.

Hence the reason he was out relaxing on route 110 with his pokemon out, playing a few tunes and watching his pokemon take turns preforming to the music he played. It was a little game they’d made up during their travels and they enjoyed it, especially Hana. The small Plusle loved music and every time Yami jammed to something she was right alongside him swaying and bopping to the beat. Sei leaned against his legs and purred in time with the music he strummed, their psychic link transferring information back and forth including what the other pokemon were saying. Everyone seemed content as he put on a few performances for passing travelers and trainers, strumming his guitar and sometimes singing as well. It was to keep his talent fresh and practiced as much as it was to prepare for the contests that would eventually claim his attention.

Right now though, Yami was content with lying down on the grass beside the road with a little yawn. All his pokemon cuddled up close to him and purring like motorboats save for Hana who still chanted to a rhythm but quietly as she held the egg Yami had received after the whole catastrophe at the Gala. Apparently, it was to compensate for what had happened but Yami hadn’t really cared. He simply had wanted to get out of there alongside Kristmar and forget the whole thing had even happened…granted he hadn’t wanted to forget the time he spent with Kristmar or the dancing. His mind briefly flickered to another blonde haired individual he’d recently texted and a small smile quirked his lips. Usa. The younger boy had managed to worm his way into his heart when they’d first met and the messages they’d shared had just made it clearer to Yami that he was very interested in the other.

He let out a little sigh, letting his head fall to the side a bit so he could look at his pokemon, curled up around him or on his chest in the case of Machiko. Hana was near his head, holding on to the egg as best she could as she squeaked out what was no doubt a little lullaby to the egg. It made the young man smile and his eyes closed as he let his thoughts drift to a sluggish stop as he slowly began to doze off, the warmth of the day lulling him.