Gray watched the boy grab his partner and run away, before sighing and tilting his hat downwards, shading his face. Gible gave it's trainer a nod, and similarly, Gray nodded back, returning the dragon-type in another blast of gray light. The two respected each other; Gible respected Gray for his intelligence, sharpness, and power, while Gray respected the Pokémon for it's similar traits. It was a business partnership, but underneath that, you can tell that they were like brothers.

"..." He turned back to the Center with a sigh, feeling a stab of sympathy. The trainer was most-likely a street rat, and couldn't afford a Poke-Ball. Treatment for Pokémon, without Poke-balls, took an unnecessarily large amount of time. Not to mention it wasn't as concise as using the machine. Plus...the boy didn't pay up...which he doubted he could do anyways.

Without another word, the boy rested his left gloved hand in his pocket, whilst pushing open the Center doors with his other. "You forgot something." He called out, leaning against the wall next to the exit. His tone wasn't angry. It was indifferent and cold, although you could hear a bit of curiosity in it.