Dave was getting restless. He'd finally got himself a sweet ass Pokemon (okay, maybe not as hardcore as he'd have prefered), and now he needed to get out of Saffron - thing was, he couldn't really leave with just Torchic by his side. There was no way bro would allow that. He had to demonstrate some skills first. So here he was, late at night, watching a small flock of Murkrows from the end of an alley. One of those badass things was gonna be on his team for sure. Then he had to head elsewhere and catch something that wasn't a goddamn bird. He was no birdkeeper, after all.
Straightening up, Dave muttered under his breath; "Alright you bitches, time to get in the ball," about to send Sauron to whoop some ass.