Winter shared a knowing look with his pokemon. Even the phantump seemed to be unimpressed with Rhys. Then again, all things considered, Winter and Chartarum usually weren't 100% interested in anything that didn't involve death, the undead, ghosts, or any other otherworldly beings. In fact, they were excited beyond words to be going to Mt. Pyre, final resting place of so many pokemon, and Lilycove city, where many dreams of being a coordinator were smashed to bits and pieces.
But for now he was stuck here in a pokemon center, in his hometown, with an idiot and it's trainer. Honestly, Winter could not see how people could find Rhys and Chrys adorable. It wasn't that he thought they were ugly, but if they were ever to try that shit with him, he would have Chartarum wring their necks with vines. Let everyone see how cute they were with their bodies separated from their heads. Come to think of it, that would be rather interesting.
Narrowing his eyes a bit at Yuki, Winter suddenly piped, "Aren't you a trainer? Why don't we settle this the way trainers are supposed to? Or would you rather just shout like a fool?"