Half of him wondered what ever happened to the meek girl just a few minutes ago - but he didn’t question. Kyle sighed, there was no arguing with the logic both she and the officer was presenting. And he rather not have to spend anymore time scouring for another partner.
“Fine.” He relented, quite unhappily. “What paper do we have to sign?”
The police officer nodded and turned to poke his head through the doors of the building that they were standing by. He grabbed a clipboard and a pen before straightening and holding it out to Kyle. “It’s just an agreement sort of thing. A way to keep track. Just write your name here,” And he pointed to a place on the paper. Kyle picked up the pen and did as he instructed. Kyle McNally. “Your age here.” With a little impatient huff, he scribbled down his age. 17. “And your signature here.”
When Kyle was finished, the police officer turned to Angela, “Your turn, miss. And after this, you two have to link up your Pokedexes - there’s a partner tracking feature that you’re required to use.”