[When Armin finally lands in Cherrygrove, it's night. All in all, he made good time, cycling between his three fliers. His skin is reddened by the wind, his hair just slightly damp from the clouds they flew through and swept back in a slightly odd way. No time to care about that though. Armin shoves the goggles he has been wearing up onto his forehead, puts Hilde back into her ball with a quiet whisper of gratitude, before he steps into the pokemon center, his eyes scanning the room, hoping to see--]
Angel!
[When he spots her, he lets out a cry. It gathers him some attention, a few of the late-night guests of the center looking turning their eyes in their direction, but Armin doesn't care. He's crossing the room to where she is as quick as he can, already spreading his arms open wide for a huge.
Because spoiler, she is getting a hug. She is getting such a hug.]
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Angel!
[When he spots her, he lets out a cry. It gathers him some attention, a few of the late-night guests of the center looking turning their eyes in their direction, but Armin doesn't care. He's crossing the room to where she is as quick as he can, already spreading his arms open wide for a huge.
Because spoiler, she is getting a hug. She is getting such a hug.]