"Oh, thanks." Steven said, taking the free stuff.
The first thing he noticed was that the items were the same as everyone else's, which was to be expected. However, there was something he found kind of odd. Why in the world would the pokemon lab just give the items, free of charge? Okay, pokenavs were already pretty commercial, and pokeballs weren't exactly hard to come by, but combining both of those and a pokedex was quite extravagant for all these trainers. What kind of research facility has that kind of money to throw around, anyway?
Tim eyed the researcher who gave it to him with eyes-half closed, as if he could see through her. Tim extended his vision to pretty much everyone else in the room as well, slowly pivoting to survey the trainers and their pokemon. Steven didn't notice and booted up the pokedex and pokenav. First, he flicked through the pokedex. Of course, he had very few entries, but he did have some. A trip back home might have helped to fill it up, but he'd do that if he got back.
The next thing he did was boot up the pokenav, tinkering with the settings so that he was satisfied. It didn't take long, and soon he had his map, party and other handy things ready for use. Steven strapped the pokenav to his wrist, below his left fingerless glove, and held it up, looking at how it fit around his wrist.
His time for appreciation was interrupted though, as another trainer issued his greeting. Tim turned his eyes-half-closed gaze at the newcomer while Steven lowered his hands and faced the trainer, with slight traces of wariness.
See, Steven was naturally slightly cautious around people older than him (which was about 80-90% of everyone on the planet), unless he knew and trusted them. It was probably a mix of his naturally short stature (he's about average, but everyone else is taller than his average anyway) and social etiquette, and all his lessons about stranger danger. It was natural for kids his age to get a feeling of trepidation from those older than them, but Steven actually handled it quite well. He showed little outward signs of wariness, but he rarely showed much in general anyway, other than what he always did. A sense of calmness in every situation.
With that said, the trainer who had greeted him was holding out his hand to shake, and Steven wasn't sure what to make of it. A hand shake was usually a friendly gesture offered to one an individual considers to be an equal, one they respected. And Steven and the trainer certainly weren't even, least of all in age. Even with Tim on his head, their combined heights were only barely taller than the trainer, Alex, and he certainly wasn't even in age. Essentially, it was a greeting more formal than Steven was used to, more formal than normal children were. He was only 12 years old a few months ago, after all. And even though his parents said you weren't an adult before you were 18, the trainer was most certainly closer to 18 than Steven was.
Nevertheless, Steven shook the young trainer's hand.
"Yeah, Nice to meet you." Steven said.
Tim still eyed Alex with suspicion, as well as the Alex's own bird pokemon. It was likely that the prideful spearow was sizing up a potential rival, but Steven let him do so. Tim wouldn't do anything drastic, after all. He would behave himself in front of mixed company, at least.
"So," Steven ventured. "What's the deal with these? Why are they just giving them away?"
As he asked, he held up his new pokedex. Hopefully, an older fellow trainer might have the answer to the questions he had.
@AbysmalDemon
The first thing he noticed was that the items were the same as everyone else's, which was to be expected. However, there was something he found kind of odd. Why in the world would the pokemon lab just give the items, free of charge? Okay, pokenavs were already pretty commercial, and pokeballs weren't exactly hard to come by, but combining both of those and a pokedex was quite extravagant for all these trainers. What kind of research facility has that kind of money to throw around, anyway?
Tim eyed the researcher who gave it to him with eyes-half closed, as if he could see through her. Tim extended his vision to pretty much everyone else in the room as well, slowly pivoting to survey the trainers and their pokemon. Steven didn't notice and booted up the pokedex and pokenav. First, he flicked through the pokedex. Of course, he had very few entries, but he did have some. A trip back home might have helped to fill it up, but he'd do that if he got back.
The next thing he did was boot up the pokenav, tinkering with the settings so that he was satisfied. It didn't take long, and soon he had his map, party and other handy things ready for use. Steven strapped the pokenav to his wrist, below his left fingerless glove, and held it up, looking at how it fit around his wrist.
His time for appreciation was interrupted though, as another trainer issued his greeting. Tim turned his eyes-half-closed gaze at the newcomer while Steven lowered his hands and faced the trainer, with slight traces of wariness.
See, Steven was naturally slightly cautious around people older than him (which was about 80-90% of everyone on the planet), unless he knew and trusted them. It was probably a mix of his naturally short stature (he's about average, but everyone else is taller than his average anyway) and social etiquette, and all his lessons about stranger danger. It was natural for kids his age to get a feeling of trepidation from those older than them, but Steven actually handled it quite well. He showed little outward signs of wariness, but he rarely showed much in general anyway, other than what he always did. A sense of calmness in every situation.
With that said, the trainer who had greeted him was holding out his hand to shake, and Steven wasn't sure what to make of it. A hand shake was usually a friendly gesture offered to one an individual considers to be an equal, one they respected. And Steven and the trainer certainly weren't even, least of all in age. Even with Tim on his head, their combined heights were only barely taller than the trainer, Alex, and he certainly wasn't even in age. Essentially, it was a greeting more formal than Steven was used to, more formal than normal children were. He was only 12 years old a few months ago, after all. And even though his parents said you weren't an adult before you were 18, the trainer was most certainly closer to 18 than Steven was.
Nevertheless, Steven shook the young trainer's hand.
"Yeah, Nice to meet you." Steven said.
Tim still eyed Alex with suspicion, as well as the Alex's own bird pokemon. It was likely that the prideful spearow was sizing up a potential rival, but Steven let him do so. Tim wouldn't do anything drastic, after all. He would behave himself in front of mixed company, at least.
"So," Steven ventured. "What's the deal with these? Why are they just giving them away?"
As he asked, he held up his new pokedex. Hopefully, an older fellow trainer might have the answer to the questions he had.
@AbysmalDemon
