[ Valmont is not, to put it mildly, having a good day. But at least he's finally left his room, and now he's wandering the corridors in hopes that he'll find someone to give a piece of his mind.

...He just didn't expect that someone to run at breakneck speed into his Snivy. And though Valmont's still not what you'd call fond of Pokémon, he does feel a certain kinship with the snake thing. Maybe it's the color. ]

Hey! Watch where you're going, you -

[ Wait a second. Who is he talking to? He looks around, sees no one, then looks down in time to see the Snivy hissing angrily and shoving something tiny and helmeted off of him.

Huh. He regards Skull curiously. ]

Why is there an infant in here? [ His gaze wanders to the Trubbish. ] An infant and a... living trash bag?

[ Valmont has met exactly three Pokémon so far, and two of them are smelly and disgusting. This is not a good sign.

And speak of the devil - his Stunky wanders over curiously to the Trubbish. New friend? After a moment, she rubs her head against the Trubbish excitedly. New friend! ]

Oh no you don't! Get your head off of that thing! [ Valmont doesn't know what the combined smell of skunk and garbage is like, but he certainly doesn't intend to find out. ]