((@Fused: Yeah, that could work! ^.^))
After following the group for sometime, the Meowth had stopped just below the steps leading up to the guild. Sharp eyes looked up to it almost longingly, but he didn't take a step forward. It was a place he didn't belong and was shunned at the most, especially since it was where that Vulpix trained. Becoming an Explorer or even joining a team was near impossible for him, hardly anyone that lived here didn't accept his help when they knew who he was. No, in order to try and make up for his crimes he had to find clients in the Spinda Cafe or in message bottles along the beach. Those Pokemon never know who he was and what he did, at least most of the time. As long as they didn't ask for any clear identification, he was good. He never accepted any of the rewards, either, telling them to keep them unless they really want him to have it. For food and shelter, he just ate and used what he could find along the dungeons and slept in trees.
Though it wasn't exactly the greatest way to live, seeing the happy and joyed looks of grateful Pokemon eased his conscious greatly. He hasn't really forgiven himself for what he did, though, how could he? Chikao just hoped that someday he could make up for it all, and maybe, somehow, make it up for Metis...
Movement drew his attention away from the stairs and to his left. A feline Pokemon had appeared, seeming to just come from town, and was now looking in the direction of the beach. Guessing her intentions, Chikao gave a smirk. "A little late for going out, ain't it?" he said with a hint of mockness. "Rather dangerous, don't you think?"