"An irascible bird?" Heath paused. He almost thought he had misheard, but seeing how certain Ralts looked, he was still a little curious. There was still some time before he opened for business anyway, and he was in no particular hurry, so he took Ralts with him and pushed open the lounge door. The first thing he saw was the irascible bird Ralts had mentioned.
Watching it frantically slap the glass of his food truck, Heath felt Ralts was right. This fellow really was pretty irascible. What made Heath even more curious, though, was its identity, because it looked somewhat familiar. It was still a little dark outside, and the lights were on inside the food truck, so he could not see it very clearly, but he soon recognized the little fellow anyway.
"Huh? Isn't that Rowlet?" Heath recognized the little fellow at a glance. After all, Mew had carried it into his home before, but Heath had left Rowlet for Mew to deal with back then and had never asked what happened afterward. He had not expected the little fellow to come knocking again.
Watching Rowlet excitedly slap the glass with its wings outside, Heath sighed. His food truck was pretty well soundproofed. No wonder he had not heard anything despite Rowlet banging away out here for ages. If Ralts had not noticed the little fellow, Heath might never have known Rowlet was here.
That little brat Zoroark was still sleeping, and Mew had not woken up either. One look told Heath that those two little bastards must have spent the whole night gaming. They were lucky they were Pokémon, or Heath would have given them a taste of a good caning, a one-man beatdown. Staying up all night playing games was bad for their health, and Heath did