Oshawott looked over to James. James seemed to be busy talking with a trainer who had Leafeon. Oshawott thought that was familiar but he didn't care. But, what was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say to Froakie? Oshawott wasn't really good in situations like these. I mean, he didn't have to say anything at all, he could just not avoid him, and to support him, rather than hate him. Froakie looked like the type of Pokemon to make friends with everyone at the same time. Froakie was smiling, endlessly, and he seemed fun to be around. Now that Oshawott considered it, Froakie would be a nice friend. Oshawott thought that the time Froakie pushed Oshawott out of the way was just Froakie being mean, but now that he thought about it, Froakie was actually protecting him from an impending attack.
Froakie smiled at the new trainer, but he started to get a bit tired. He took some of his Frubbles and made them into a pillow, which he layed down on, and slowly dazed off to sleep.