Milo was asleep on the couch, last thing he had in the house besides him and his poocheyena. "Well this is it," he said heart heavy waking up his poocheyena that was sleeping on his belly, "time to go buddy." 
"Pooooch, poocheyena,"
"I know I don't want to leave either, we can't keep the house since mom and dad passed away, come on this was our day to leave."

Poocheyena whimpered to him in return, Milo couldn't help but to think of his family, the two explorers who went missing and then their bodies found somewhere in the Korrano region (stole that from another role play). 

He walked out of the house that he no longer owned, no money to his name, and only his poocheyena that he was raised with. "Time to follow my parents footsteps," he thought he turned towards route 1 to see a gathering of trainers all near the same age, all with pokemon, all different, "well might as well join them," he whispered alloud. "What do you say boy?" He asked poochyena, who gave a whole hearted bark to say yes, "alright away we go." He strolled up casually and silently with poochy at his side.