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“Hmm…”
Grimsley is not paying attention. In fact, the newly appointed Elite Four member is very much in his own world at the moment. Honestly, he really should be focusing on Drayden’s presentation. It is his first mandatory Pokemon League meeting, after all… But alas, his thoughts truly can’t help but wander elsewhere .
“ Grim …”
The gambler is too caught up in his thoughts to hear his name being whispered. That man sitting in between Lenora and the Electric Gym Leader… What was his name again…? A pensive sigh escapes his lips, a finger moving to tap at his chin lightly in thought. Grimsley is already rather familiar with several members of the Unova League, however he’s still attempting to familiarize himself with his fellow newcomers.
… Ah, anyways, Grimsley has spoken to him once or twice so far, proving to be quite pleasant to chat with. A strange desire to befriend him further settles in the pit of his gut. An uncharacteristic feeling for someone who's often content in keeping others at an arm's width.
“ Grimsley .”
A sharp jab is being aimed at Grimsley’s side, making him hiss out in pain and shoot a glare at the person sitting beside him. That person being Marshal, of course.
“ What ?”
“Pay. Attention.”
Only an exaggerated roll of blue eyes is made in response, but he attempts to pay attention to what Drayden is saying anyways… Something about keeping up morale? Ugh, he’s really not all that interested, and it’s quite difficult to focus when he’s actively trying to remember the Castelia Gym Leader’s name. Hmm… He’s pretty sure he had seen him a few times whilst going through the process of becoming an Elite Four member himself… And maybe even on the news once or twice? In any case, he must be fairly new to the League as well… Dammit what is his name?
“Grim, I swear to Arc .”
Another jab makes itself known at the Dark user’s side. Grimsley rolls his eyes again, resting his chin atop his hands before opening his mouth to whisper back at Marshal.
“Say, Marshy, what’s his name again~?” He subtly motions to the Gym Leader in question.
Marshal glances at him as if he can’t believe Grimsley’s still not paying attention. “ What ?”
“What’s his name?”
The martial artist bites back a groan of frustration. “That’s Burgh .”
“Mmm…” He hums out a reply, feeling a casual smirk spread across his lips at his friend’s annoyance… Burgh . That’s right. How could he have forgotten the name of someone so pretty…?
“Mr. Grimsley. Mr. Marshal.”
The two people in question stiffen at their names being spoken. Uh oh, looks like they’ve been caught. Even still, the gambler’s casual expression doesn’t waver.
“Yeeees~?”
Drayden fixes them with a rather unamused look. “Keep any personal conversations for afterward, yes?”
“Of course, of course. Apologies~” Grimsley replies smoothly, Marshal nodding along with a sour expression.
Drayden continues talking, which Grimsley finds himself tuning out once more. Sharp eyes automatically travel back to look at the person of his fascination and— Oh… It seems he’s caught the other man looking at him. He quirks an eyebrow at this, smirk widening. Yes, he thinks he would like to become quite acquainted with Burgh.