Just a short with Winton (my ice gym leader) flipping out.

Winton whom is still wearing his cold weather clothes walks along the hot streets of Heahea City. He wasn't in the best of moods and sweating like a Tepig.

Locals and tourists alike had been staring at him for the past while. From the way he dressed to his Ice Types.

Unforntually he wasn't watched where he was walking and fell face-first into a trash can, coat flipping while his legs flailed about helplessly until he managed to worm his way out.

Arrrraaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!

A scream of pure rage drew attention to the blue haired young man. His glasses askew on his face while his eyebrows twitched. He might be an Ice Type trainer but that didn't mean he wasn't hotblooded.

"WHY IS THIS DAMN REGION SO DAMN HOT!? CAN'T A GUY JUST WALK WITHOUT FALLING FACE-FIRST INTO AN F*** TRASHCAN!" Winton bellowed at the top of his lungs, raising a foot to kick the offending trashcan.

Only for it to hurt like heck as the trashcan merely shook while he jumped around cursing.

Retaliating, he grabbed his glasses and slammed them at the can. Causing them to shatter and Winton to grow even more angrier.

"YOU KNOW WHAT!!" he grabs his coat and shirt, ripping them off and stomping on them. "SCREW THIS F***** REGION, I'M GOING BACK TO MY ROOM!".

People watched in horror/confusion as this pale, skinny, now shirtless gym leader run towards the Tide Song, colliding with walls on his way to get his contacts. They had also taken notice that his shoes had ice skate blades modified into them, contributing to his frequent crashes.

Finally Winton made it to the elevator. Squinting at the buttons he hit the wrong floor, realized it, cursed loudly, then hit the right one thankfully.

Stumbling through the halls thanks to his darn skates having popped free from his shoes.

"Why did the janitor have to wax the floor yesterday...."

About to plummet to the ground, he grabbed onto an unlocked room he though was his. Opening the door, he tumbled in and promptly collided with the bed.

"S***!" He screamed, struggling to stand. Looking over at the balcony he noticed someone staring at him with concern.

Winton apologized as he stumbled out, slamming the door on the way out.

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Finally he found his room after two more mishaps. One being an old man who didn't mind, the other he was thrown out by a girl with a bellossom, finding a berry in his hand.

"Looks like Flock and Hazel are gone..." He looked relieved, noticing one of Flock's scarfs laying out.

Winton chucked his shoes to who knows where and dragged his suitcase to rummaged through it. Finding nothing for hot weather he chucked it.

"I'll just take one of Flocks for now...." He grabbed one of his Alolan T-shirts. Struggled to put it on, and walked into the bathroom with it still unbuttoned to stick his contacts in.

When he was done, he flopped onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.

-Meanwhile-

Flock finds Winton's discarded shirt, coat, and glasses in a trashcan, only to shake his head.