The training facility's door closed with a hiss as Jethro walked through, hands in his pocket, Scorch around his neck.
In the corridor, Kaden was some distance ahead of him. If it wasn't for the blonde hair and the slight limp with every step, Jethro would have believed that Kaden was an older reflection of himself.
The Black Rank tamer also walked with both hands in his pockets, he had a jacket too, even though his flowed down to the floor. But more importantly, he didn't like being restrained by the government.
If it was possible, Jethro would have been a rogue tamer the very moment he got his license. Kaden had lived the life and had been caught unfortunately, but Jethro was almost certain that his values and beliefs hadn't changed.
Kaden got into the lift and turned around, his eyes locking with Jethro who hurried to meet up before the doors closed.
As soon as he entered, he rested on the wall. Kaden side-eyed him while his Bolt Hopper, Sparkle, watched keenly.
