Sinnoh. The northernmost region and the coldest to boot; not the most ideal region to go to when you were a person like Silver– especially when winter was still ongoing– but the heir had gone anyway under Professor Elm’s request because Crystal was too busy and Gold was off doing who knows what. The redhead wasn’t one to complain, of course, and had accepted the request with no complaints whatsoever… But upon actually being in the region, it wasn’t exactly pleasant. The first thing he regretted was not bringing a scarf and had to resort to buying one in the nearest pokemon center, the next being that he had to walk through the snow to even reach Rowan’s lab in the first place. He never complained outwardly, no– that was something he had been raised never doing because doing so would always result in punishment, and even after he had escaped from that life, it stuck with him even now. The Exchanger was the silent type, one that preferred to be by himself and get things done since they seemed to get along quicker that way. He didn’t have many people he was close to aside from Blue and his fellow Dexholders from Johto, a bit less acquainted with the rest much more than he should of been when they all shared similar fates almost. When you were a dexholder, things would always happen around you whether you were aware of it or not.

However, there was surprisingly one person in Sinnoh Silver held in a rather nice regard. Considering he had already been in Sandgem town, the redhead had– on a whim– went to the town of Twinleaf, keeping that scarf wrapped tightly around his neck as he peeked at the various addresses on the mailboxes as he passed them before stopping at one that seemed to be familiar. Hesitation fell over him as he stood there in the snow, boots crunching it with every little step he took from side to side as if contemplating if he was intruding. It wouldn’t be, right…? He hoped not, that wasn’t what he wished for.

… But it was cold outside. And he had something with him to possibly compensate his unexpected visit, after all.

With this in mind, the boy walked up to the door, knocking on it gently with one hand and stepping back a little when the door opened to reveal a familiar face. “Ah, Dia–…” Cue his free hand slowly lifting with the bag in his hand. “I brought the newest magazine of Proteam Omega. I hope it’s alright if I visit for a while…?”