Nightshift [Open]

[Hong Kong]

"Thank you, we hope to see you again," The Asian smiled a little as he watched a large, muscular biker go off, slightly amused by the little Parachisu which followed behind the other man. Who knew such huge people liked little cute creatures like that blue and white squirrel. Hong Kong then turned to look at the Torchic sleeping at his feet behind the counter. He carefully moved away from the counter, not wanting to disturb his Pokemon.

A slight case of OCD had made him arrange the things in the PokeMart neatly. He went around again and placed the drinks neatly. Not like there wasn't any customers around to mess it up, it was getting close to one in the morning. It was highly unlikely more people would come in to buy anything. Hong Kong stretched and yawned. He was pretty tired, unused to working the nightshift, but it was the only shift available for him.

It was not that he couldn't find other ways to earn money, it was just that he still felt kind of odd earning money by battling people and taking their money. It seemed like a strange custom to him, and he sometimes felt bad for taking money from trainers who were younger than him. But considering that he was a nation, almost everyone here was probably younger than him. Still, taking money from little boys and girls who had challenged him to a battle and lost irked him quite a lot. It seemed as if they were wasting their money by giving it to him and he was spending them on various things like food and lodging and whatever.

And so, this was why he had taken up the job at the PokeMart. To earn himself some money and not completely rely on money given to him by other trainers. Surely they too had to earn some money to give to him right? Or at least, have someone working to provide them their allowance or whatever.

Unfortunately, working the nightshift was rather boring. Nobody was around, and it was really very slow. But he had all the way until seven in the morning. That left him with six hours with nothing much to do. With a sigh, he walked back to the counter and sat down on the stool there. Time did go by when one had nothing to do, he twirled a pen while sitting on the stool. It was pretty quiet outside too, he couldn't see much lights on through the glass doors of the store.

Maybe someone would come in soon to buy something, he hoped. Even though it was a really odd time to come in.

[South Italy]

This cold, and mostly damp, night did not make sleeping outside a very attractive option for a certain Italian and his orange lizard companion. Unless you were a water Pokemon, which sadly Romano and his charmander weren't, this weather was prefect, and nice in a way. Maybe if Romano had a tent, then it would have been easier to actually sleep outside. Then again, Lucciola might burn the damn thing, and the creature didn't seem to cope with the damp air outside all that well either. Romano glanced down at the lizard, the poor thing was holding onto the fabric of Romano's trousers, holding his tail lower than it normally did. It worried Romano, he wasn't used seeing his Pokemon like this. Granted that the little bugger hadn't had a proper rest for a few days, nor did the had some Italian himself, but it still made him believe there was more with the lizard, though there probably really wasn't.

Dammit, dragging yourself from place to place with little to eat wasn't something Romano liked to do, he wasn't used to it either. No he was used to try to walk such distances on his own when he was little, but that was because he knew Spain was around, he'd always help the Italian out with food and stuff like that whenever the boy wanted and needed it. Romano had ended up looking back several times during his trip, hell, he searched a bit sometimes, hoping that it hadn't changed and he'd still find Spain.

Lucciola never did understand why his trainer did that, randomly stop and turn. He'd notice if they were followed after all. Silly trainer, thinking he could sense what Lucciola himself did.

And now here the duo was, tired, cold and most likely lost. Romano knew they were in a city, no shit Sherlock, you didn't have to be a genius to figure that out! the problem was that he didn't know where this city was, or what the name was of this place. Stupid meteor, screwing over the world like this. But all that didn't matter, not as much as finding a place to stay for the night did. Lucciola had began to let go of the boy's trousers, circling around Romano's legs while he stared at the few places that still had their lights on at this time of night. The Italian followed the creature's gaze, envious of anyone who was inside. They all seemed like normal houses. Now Romano did hear of these places where you could stay the nights...Poke...something, he forgot. He really hadn't adjusted to this new world yet.

As luck would have it he and Lucciola spotted a PokeMart soon after, not far up ahead. Without warning the Italian ran for it, leaving his Pokemon in confusion for a while before he too caught up to his trainer and headed for the store. It was one of those Poke places, and the Italian hoped it was the right place. even if it wasn't he was sure he could just pretend he was looking for something, then settle down. Even for a few minutes.

Lucciola could use the rest too, although the creature seemed a lot more energetic after it began to run. Soon enough the lizard-like creature ran straight past Romano and forced his way into the store. This left Romano confused, he didn't understand why Lucciola was so keen on getting in there, but he was more annoyed if anything, they'd be noticed for sure. "God dammit Lucciola, get back!" It was no use but he shouted anyway. The closer he got to the store the slower he moved. He entered casually, not seeing anyone around. Somehow that was a relief, and he felt like he could look for the hyperactive creature a bit more freely before they'd settle down.

[Hong Kong]

A customer? Hong Kong looked curiously at the entrance of the store, feeling less sleepy now. A small charmander was attempting to get in and the automated doors slid open for it, and it dashed in. He got off from his stool and looked curiously at it. It was pretty hyper, but he hoped that it wouldn't mess up the store. Or else he might consider finding the owner and forcing him to place the things nicely back in order. His boss was rather fussy, and wanted the shop to look prim and proper in the morning when he left and the next shift took over.

Anyway, a customer was always a customer. No matter how much destruction they might bring to your store, that was what he was told by the other employees. The doors opened again and a very familar looking person stepped in. He blinked in surprise, not expecting to see a nation at this time of the day. The Italian didn't seem to notice him at the moment, and he could probably assume that the Charmander belonged to him. He left the counter, checking on his Torchic. He was still fast asleep, thankfully. In fact, he wasn't really supposed to bring his Pokemon to work. But nobody was here to check on him, so he could let his Torchic walk around, or in this case, sleep.

He approached the Italian and called out to him.

"Romano? What are doing here?" He wondered if the other needed anything, coming in at this time of the day. Or night. And he also wondered what the Charmander would be doing right now. Hopefully it wasn't causing any trouble of the sort.