With his eeveelutions in their pokéballs, a nearly unusual occurrence. Jeremy walked at a brisk pace down a shady street in Camphoreon city.
He paused, across the way from what he thought to be his destination, and checked a small notebook he'd written the name of the place in.
Satisfied, the man placed his notebook back into an inside pocket of the long blue coat (neither new nor too old and battered) he wore open despite the chill of February air.
His hat left his head, to be held near his chest in his left hand. as he entered the cafe, blue eyes taking measure of the unfamiliar venue and seeking out the man he'd been told to meet.
He'd been assured that he'd recognise this individual.
TRHQ
Guild for the TRHQ Breedables Shop
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