Literature
Gladion's Rockruff TF
Gosh, I hope that this works. Nervously fingering a wad of bills in his pocket, Gladion walked up the steps to the front door of the motel. Please, please don't have restrictions on how long I can stay here, he thought, the door getting closer and closer. The old door of the motel seemed a bit worn down, but it looked like it still functioned well. There would still be the possibility of a loud screech that would emanate from the hinges when he pushed the door open, though he was hoping with all his heart that that wasn't the case. He just wanted to make a quick entrance and a quick exit, nothing more.
Placing his hand on the knob of the doo