[there are many reasons to be out late on a Thursday, but few of them good. Though at this rate it's more like early Friday. So maybe less ill intended. Or maybe not, who can say? But somewhere in the stations halls Turo might hear a very familiar voice in a less familiar panicked tone.]
No... nonono- come on-!
[and the deep concerned whimpers of a certain dark type pokemon]
Its murder time, sorry dad
No... nonono- come on-!
[and the deep concerned whimpers of a certain dark type pokemon]