Hikaru Sora
Hikaru was sitting at his desk like normal. Today was like any other day to the young man. Castform was even floating about overhead staring out the window. Hikaru was engrossed with his work that he did not hear his cellphone vibrate or the bing of the new text messages he got from the Nurse Joy in town or from his 'on site' personal at the gym. It took him a good five minutes to even notice that Castform was now chirping at bag, indicating that something was up.
"Castform I'm busy, stop bothering me. I have to send this out dad before the weather changes again." Hikaru said waving his hand at his pokemon. Castform, finally fet up with his trainer picked up the young man's cell and shoved it into his.
"Castform I'm busy, I'll play with you.. oh a text message. Thanks buddy." Castform sighed in annoyance while the young man read the text.
"It seems there is someone heading to... no wait, at the gym. They seem to want to battle. Lucy says they seem to have three Pikachus... Interesting. Well then, I will just finish this up than we shall be on our way to battle a challenger. What do you say Castform?" Casform chirped happily, finally his trainer had notice what was going on. Hikaru finished up his report and sent it off to his father and stood. He had no idea how long he had been sitting at his desk but neck and legs were a little stiff. Stretching Hikaru removed his lab coat and made to leave, picking up his bag of papers and other things before turning off the lights to his little office and heading to the gym.
((Exit to Gym))
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