Damien walked into the lab, not making so much as an errant thud as he padded in from the summer night. He walked up behind the professors aide, who started
when he truned around and found him there. "My name is Damien, and I've come here to recieve my first Pokemon." Damien says. Not requesting, but
softly demanding. "Oh, and I don't really care if it's too late for normal people. I won't be long anyway. I know exactly which one I
want." he states, eyeing the pokeballs on the table beside him with a critical glance.
(OOC: Self-absorbed, isn't he? XD)
(OOC: Self-absorbed, isn't he? XD)
