Every single one of our memories is always inside a ball

[privatenoeyes]

[As a solo entrepreneur that ran his own detective agency, Kojirou had found himself involved in plenty of bizarre cases. Some of these cases were rather mundane such as saving baby Pokemon from trees, but then there were more complex ones that involved getting entangled with the likes of Team Rocket for example. While Kojirou wasn't exactly a big-time famous detective on the streets, he still took a lot of pride in his job. And he had pride within his "employees"... Those employees being his team of Pokemon that assisted him with cases. At the very least, it was less of a pain to pay Pokemon than you would people.

Though he did have his connections that reached out to assist him every now and then. After a particularly hassling case, Kojirou had decided to head down to the Pokemon Center to give a certain someone a little check-up. Sitting down in a seat, he was caressing the Pokeball of his injured Pokemon in hand. This one was someone that had been by his side since he was a child. He still remembers the days that it used to be a Houndour.]

--Take it easy in there, partner. You're gonna get some well-deserved R&R soon. Once it's all over, I'll buy you some of your favorite treats.

[But speaking of treats, there was another good reason to come to Pokemon centers. It wasn't his turn yet, but he was going to be taking his time to check out the nurse eye candy. A rather impish smirk crawls to his lips.]

Well, well... Gotta say that the nursing angels around here get more heavenly every day. It's an absolute paradise.