Jericho almost fell when Apalacia jumped into him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he looked down at her, shaking his head. “Good to see you too, babe.” He teased, hugging her back in a tight embrace for a moment, giving her lips a kiss that lingered maybe a little too long, before letting her down as she unlocked his neck. When she mentioned Drogos, Jericho just shrugged and patted his friend on the back. “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got ya,” he said with a smile before turning to address the boy(Reggie, his name was) who’d complained about the northerners, and suggested a town they could travel to first. Frowning now, Jericho folded his arms over his chest. No way he was taking orders from someone else… but Applalta was where he had been planning to go anyway. Looking over at Apalacia, then back at Reggie, Jericho’s frown faded and he took Reggie’s hand firmly in his own, giving it a shake before he let it go.
“Well, Apalacia and I are going to Applalta--whether you guys follow my lead or not, is up to you.” There. Very plain, very clear: if they were in his group, they were following him. Glancing around the group, Jericho listened in on the separate conversations. Barry, Jessie. Easy; if he knew their names, surely they were more likely to listen to him. “By the time we get there, I plan to have at least three Pokémon--preferably three, to be honest.” He looked down at the Pokéballs hanging on his belt and shrugged. He was satisfied with what he had, and would simply capture whatever he saw first. There was nothing he was particularly pining after. He just wanted Pokémon.
“Well, Apalacia and I are going to Applalta--whether you guys follow my lead or not, is up to you.” There. Very plain, very clear: if they were in his group, they were following him. Glancing around the group, Jericho listened in on the separate conversations. Barry, Jessie. Easy; if he knew their names, surely they were more likely to listen to him. “By the time we get there, I plan to have at least three Pokémon--preferably three, to be honest.” He looked down at the Pokéballs hanging on his belt and shrugged. He was satisfied with what he had, and would simply capture whatever he saw first. There was nothing he was particularly pining after. He just wanted Pokémon.