"They all have special abilities. You train them to fight or at least keep their powers under control." That aspect of pokémon ownership he doesn't seem to have a problem with. Anything that helps the little buggers protect themselves, he's fine with. "The gyms make things safer. And there's less chance of cheating, from what I can gather."

He rolls his eyes. "For honor," he says, like it's the stupidest thing in the world. "To be seen as the best. The gangs probably steal shit, too. I don't know who the bigger idiots are, the ones with skull beanies or the ones with the letter 'R' on their jackets. It's pathetic."

All that disdain, and yet when they step inside the poké mart, it seems like any other pet store. Perhaps a bit more colorful, but there are no signs of nefarious activity. Caspar gestures to the terminal, It looks like a display one might find at an airport, if you wanted to print your boarding pass or check departure times. "Let me know if you want any help."