For some reason, everyone kept clamouring to Birch for having links with 'Vine.' Sure, we definitely had more fan-boys of him than for the guild, seeing as he was a plant-based Pokemon, but he never really got the grip of me. Davis would occasionally mutter stuff about the adventurer/explorer/cartographer, but otherwise we remained silent on the subject. I didn't care for exploration, because the things I needed were already at home.

Then again, I had nothing left. Davis, you bloody idiot... "Hm?" I responded as I swiftly turned to Birch, thanking him with gestures as I managed to throw myself away from a Nosepass... who, incidentally, was nosy. "Eh, I may as well go exploring if I'm looking for my friend... actually, it might be the other way around." I continued while pushing an Oran berry into the rude thing's nostril. I droned about my priorities, and sooner or later it would become apparent I wasn't really coming to terms with Davis' disappearance; yeah, he's gone. The problem was that I lack the determination in this case. It wasn't like a case of 'find him or you die,' but more of finding someone as artificial as yourself. So what he's your only friend? All we did was discuss odd historical stuff, like a mass genocide by Jews... uh, it may have been the other way around, actually. The point was, being around him would get boring, unless you found new stuff to discuss. In which case, he'd provide days of entertainment like a toy.

When I thought about it, we'd have A LOT to talk about when we found each other... man, this is what I'm talking about. At least a trace of determination could keep an engine going. That would involve me somehow escaping the ruckus by entering a rather empty room of dolls, and knocking over two straw-based figures. "Oh, s-sorry." I apologised as I looked down, stuttering when I realised they were already dead on the ground. In fact, they were never alive in the first place, with red and white-striped targets planted on the chest and head. [i]I'd hate to take that amount of punishment everyday. I mean, they're already on the floor from my gentle bump.[/i] "Hey... watch'a doin'?" My voice seemed to raise in pitch, as I bounced off another dummy and sent it towards the rickety floor. I had to steady myself so precisely (as in, facing the Eevee) that I couldn't narrate for a brief second. Colloquialism probably would help me create friends, so I tried it out for the first time. I figured it would take more than just one person to find someone who virtually disappeared with no trace. 'Joh,' you bloody idiot... 

I had greeted the [s]friendly[/s] not-to-mess-with Eevee. 'Not-to-mess-with,' as in I was taught such Pokemon couldn't learn that horrid move. Thanks for the fun fact while stealing a Sitrus berry from my magnetic claws, Leafeon...