With Serpentine perched on her shoulder, Touko stood outside of the lab, her maroon gaze full of shock. Said Snivy hid behind her friend's head, shaking like a leaf at the outbursts of the strange Minun. Two girls were arguing about the Minun, and plenty more trainers had appeared, bustling into the lab and coming out a few moments later with a Pokémon. When she was sure no-one was looking, the Team Skull grunt began to move abnormally quietly, scaling up the wall and opening the skylight. She pulled up her hood and face mask in order to conceal her identity, and lowered herself into the lab, her legs latched onto the roof as tight as she could hold. The brunette femme's eyes befell an Egg rested in an incubator, and a smile spread across her lips. The professor had his back turned so, with impressive efficiency, Touko opened the incubator and swiped said Egg, stashing it in her hoodie and flipping out of the lab using her legs. She had a rough landing, and grunted in pain as she hit her back on the roof. Panicking, she slammed the skylight shut and vaulted off the back of the roof, putting the Egg in her Bag and sprinting behind a bush, making complete sure no-one was looking.
Once she had leapt into the bush, she took off her facemask and hoodie and stashed them in her Bag, shaking her head. "That rush is like... nothing you've ever experienced, every time." Touko murmured in a low voice, shaking her head. Serpentine smiled, though shaken, and nuzzled up to her Trainer.
She cleaned herself up, and strolled casually out of her hiding place, sure to take the path so as to avoid suspicion, and whistled a recognisable Alolan melody, her hands in her short pockets.
Once she had leapt into the bush, she took off her facemask and hoodie and stashed them in her Bag, shaking her head. "That rush is like... nothing you've ever experienced, every time." Touko murmured in a low voice, shaking her head. Serpentine smiled, though shaken, and nuzzled up to her Trainer.
She cleaned herself up, and strolled casually out of her hiding place, sure to take the path so as to avoid suspicion, and whistled a recognisable Alolan melody, her hands in her short pockets.