"I guess there are other people that would have enjoyed this place a lot more. Or could have used the break."

The smile never falters nor does the twirling of the umbrella though there's something almost sharp in Shiro's gaze as he leans just slightly to the side to avoid the Pokemon darting about.

Zipping up towards the roof of the Pokemon center, the Emolga lands and skids across the roofing, electricity coursing across her fur before slowing dying away.

"Play."

"You mean it's because of the Colorless King."