As Gray slipped his hands into his coal-black pocket, calmly exiting the Center and beginning his walk down the street, the boy felt his brain pulse a bit. He glanced around calmly, dusky gray eyes narrowing once they noticed a small boy running away from another block, seemingly panicked and saddened. Gray turned his head, watching the small boy enter the Pokémon Center without waiting for the door to open itself. "..." Without another word, he turned on his heel and began walking once more. He was curious on what had happened to make a little boy that desperate - but trainers often got over-dramatic at times, so it wouldn't surprise him if it had something to do with a failed battle.

Within seconds, however, yet another boy, this one quite a bit shorter than Gray himself, ran up. Gray raised an eyebrow, listening to the boy's words, before his half-lidded gaze turned towards the boy's Pokémon. It was certainly feisty and calloused, it looked like. Hm...

"...Gible." He murmured, and in a flash of silver Light, a Gible was standing in front of the boy. Gray pressed off on his feet, nimbly flipping backwards and landing a few feet away. The boy took off his head-band, allowing his long gray hair to fall around his shoulder blades and face, before nodding.