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[ferino]

[There are a few solid things about this world that Nicolas has declared as fact--the neighborhood trainers are pains in the ass, not enough places have nice showers, phones suck, and he's fucking lost. He looks annoyed at best when he finally works to turn on the gear, frowning at it.

Then there's just a few solid moments of him frowning, a Chatot perched on his shoulder chirping away, as he tries to work it. He just looks confused.

And then abruptly, the image disappears. (He finally figured out how to text. Yippee.)]

how do you leave tihs place?

i have
things to do
at home

where the exit
?

who's bird is this
it wild?

[It looks terrible. But you know what? Typing is enough of a pain. But to Nic, it'll do.

For anyone in New Bark Town, he stands there, staring with a dull look at the gear. It's a little odd, this tall, with a tiny kid's backpack on one shoulder. He feels almost like a dad being here... looking around as if trying to decide where to go first.]

Comments

[video]

[ladywithnovoice]

[A relieved smile settles on her face when he agrees, and a nod of her head is the best thanks she can give before writing anything else out.]

Thanks. I can pay you for the lessons.

[video]

[ferino]

[Pay? Nicolas just rolls his eyes.]

I don' need money. Jus' practice hard, I hate teaching the same thing.

[Says it likt it bugs him but really? Kind of makes him feel all warm and fuzzy and gross. He's getting soft.]

[video]

[ladywithnovoice]

[Silent laughter shakes her shoulders at the gruffness. It reminds her just a little of Blake. Writing her answer down at this point seems like a waste of ink, so instead she gives a small mock salute.]

[She'll do her best.]