Nero was startled by the sudden appearance of a flamboyant figure; dressed in... odd clothes to say the least and carrying with himself a similarly odd attitude, the first thing Nero realized about this boy was that they certainly wouldn't get along. Identifying the french grettings, Nero instinctively brought a hand up - pushing the boy back, while taking two steps back away from him, all to avoid the attempt of what seemed to be a kiss. No matter what sort of culture he had, no one would ever get so uncomfortably close to Nero - it was simply... uncomfortable.
The boy moved his other hand towards his belt, placing the pokéball he held, containing his newly found Cyndaquil, in the second slot. Eevee's black, neatly designed pokéball was in the first slot. With narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, Nero gave the boy in front of him a look-over, taking note of his appearance, clothes... What was he doing in here? He certainly didn't look like a trainer, neither someone who wanted to be a trainer. Hell, he introduced himself as a star.
"I have absolutely no idea of who you are... And, neither do I care."
The words came off with a dangerously dry tone, but Nero wasn't being an ass on purpose. He simply judged on first impression, a mistake he kept repeating. And to him, Andre's first impression was the one of a wannabe trainer: Someone who truly desired to become powerful, but wouldn't ever succeed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me..."
As he spun around to face the laboratory's door, the young trainer began to walk away without another word, ready to begin his adventure, finally. He already knew what to do: Strengthen his bond with Cyndaquil, eventually gaining it's trust, by training. Naturally.
Unless someone interrupted him, that is.
The boy moved his other hand towards his belt, placing the pokéball he held, containing his newly found Cyndaquil, in the second slot. Eevee's black, neatly designed pokéball was in the first slot. With narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, Nero gave the boy in front of him a look-over, taking note of his appearance, clothes... What was he doing in here? He certainly didn't look like a trainer, neither someone who wanted to be a trainer. Hell, he introduced himself as a star.
"I have absolutely no idea of who you are... And, neither do I care."
The words came off with a dangerously dry tone, but Nero wasn't being an ass on purpose. He simply judged on first impression, a mistake he kept repeating. And to him, Andre's first impression was the one of a wannabe trainer: Someone who truly desired to become powerful, but wouldn't ever succeed.
"Now, if you'll excuse me..."
As he spun around to face the laboratory's door, the young trainer began to walk away without another word, ready to begin his adventure, finally. He already knew what to do: Strengthen his bond with Cyndaquil, eventually gaining it's trust, by training. Naturally.
Unless someone interrupted him, that is.