“Get out here, damn it!!” Shiro heard a voice from the other side of the door. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked back at his girlfriend.
“…Crap,” he muttered through his teeth. Madeline giggled.
Slowly, Shiro turned the doorknob and opened the door.
He fell backward as a red-and-white sphere bounced into the air. A boy walked inside and caught the ball, minimizing it and slipping it back into his pocket in one fell swoop.
“So,” Travis said, looking at Shiro, who was on his back and had a large, red marking on his forehead where the ball had hit. “Think it’s funny to screw with someone’s clock when they’re not looking, huh?”
“Call it even?” Shiro grunted, rubbing his forehead. Travis laughed good-naturedly and helped him up. “Damn. What were you tryin’ to do? Capture me or something?!”
“Of course not,” Travis replied. “Katrina just said it’d look funny to her if you got hit in the face by a Pokéball.”
“I wasn’t disappointed, either,” Katrina came into the room, her face red from laughing so hard.
“Gee, thanks,” Shiro seethed.