Once Yulia made her amusement in regards to Clive's new acquisition of Rotom blatantly clear, Clive rolled his eyes. "It's not like I'm completely ignorant to these new phones, y'know," he said as he stood up and crossed his arms. "Besides, what's so-..." His eyes squinted in response to a sudden flash of light coming from Rotom, and he shook his head in confusion.
"Oh, sorry. You weren't posing for a picture?" Rotom's eyes widened in its own way to convey shock.
Clive sighed, uncrossed his arms, and slid his hands into his pockets instead. "Whatever." the detective stewed for a moment while Yulia gathered her notes, only looking up upon being showed a copy of the map. Funnily enough, both Clive and Rotom eyed the map carefully before Yulia withdrew it to add her supplementary notes. The phone hovered close to Clive's side as he moved, even following him as he made his way to the door. "Coffee sounds good," he said.
"Here's a list of places serving coffee!" Rotom cheered, hurrying to shove its search results into Clive's face. In response, Clive grabbed the phone and stowed it back in his pocket, Rotom's muffled protests audible all the while.
"It's not that funny," Clive sighed to Yulia, noticing her renewed amusement.
The walk from the hotel to the nearest coffee shop did not take long, but there was a long enough line of patrons ahead of the pair of detectives that they would have to wait a short while to place their orders. "This festival must be amazing for the businesses here," Clive observed aloud. "Just from the way people are dressed and the Pokemon they have with them, you can tell they're here from all over Kanto." He sighed as Rotom freed itself from his pocket, automatically scanning the nearby Pokemon for the built-in Pokedex. "And of course mine sticks out like a sore thumb," Clive grunted, snatching Rotom out of the air again.
Yulia and Clive chatted idly as they waited their turn, but eventually things grew quiet. During that time, Clive's thoughts began to wander. He wondered about Yulia's future as a detective. Despite her fiery zeal to bring Avarice down, she would need other ambitions to continue on. How did she envision it? Or was she so fresh to the game, so shortsighted that she had not thought about it at all? Clive remembered being that way, and he still was sometimes, committing everything he had to solving the current case at hand before thinking about what came after.
Still, remembering Yulia's words from the previous night, he wondered if his partner only imagined a future with their partnership still intact. She seemed to ache at the thought of it not being that way... but that could have been merely the alcohol. For Clive, anything seemed possible in regards to the future. The idea of ridding himself of the extra baggage was beginning to grow hazy, contaminated with the idea that Yulia would remain his partner for years to come, like Nat and Jean. Even so... there were mysteries beyond what their jobs obligated them to solve. To drag someone into things such as those... it would not be likely.