[ He readily follows Shoka's lead, all while denying he absolutely forgot where the post office is. While not one for chit-chat himself either, he finds it easy to appreciate her quick-wit for what it is, the banter flowing back and forth without much effort at all. That and besides, the way she speaks about the town and its inhabitants — there's a clear earnestness that shows she cares, even if she doesn't outwardly admit it. It's certainly relatable, but of course, any chance of introspection is shot when he chokes a bit on the malasada's spiciness, likely to the other's amusement.
When they finally reach their destination, his ears droop a little at the amount of Pokémon hanging around the place, but he knows it can't be helped. Unfortunately. ]
Popular spot. [ There’s a hint of annoyance at first, until he pauses to consider her question. ] I got it. C’mon.
[ He brushes past the obvious line starting by the entryway. There's a few scoffs thrown his way, followed by one brave Hey! that makes Bigby look back with a snarl. The Pelipper hardly looks pleased, but before they can get a word in edgewise, Bigby jumps right on ahead. ]
Look. I get it. I love rules as much the next guy, but it’s urgent.
[ ... It’s always urgent, the Pelipper sighs under their breath, more than familiar with that line already, but they don't sound willing to get into it this time. Fine, what is it? ]
We're looking for a missing Pokémon, and we think— [ This place is for missing packages, moron, the Snivy behind him quips. Immediately he turns around, unable to complete his thought. ] —I'm not talking to you, asshole.
[ Up until now, he's had the pleasure of dealing with shopkeepers wanting business, but now he can't help but get into it with a pissed off customer. The Pelipper gives Shoka a look, as if to ask if she really knows this guy, but instead says: I can give you today's drop-off log, or whatever you're looking for. Just... take it to the side. Please. ]
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Date: 2025-07-03 01:25 am (UTC)When they finally reach their destination, his ears droop a little at the amount of Pokémon hanging around the place, but he knows it can't be helped. Unfortunately. ]
Popular spot. [ There’s a hint of annoyance at first, until he pauses to consider her question. ] I got it. C’mon.
[ He brushes past the obvious line starting by the entryway. There's a few scoffs thrown his way, followed by one brave Hey! that makes Bigby look back with a snarl. The Pelipper hardly looks pleased, but before they can get a word in edgewise, Bigby jumps right on ahead. ]
Look. I get it. I love rules as much the next guy, but it’s urgent.
[ ... It’s always urgent, the Pelipper sighs under their breath, more than familiar with that line already, but they don't sound willing to get into it this time. Fine, what is it? ]
We're looking for a missing Pokémon, and we think— [ This place is for missing packages, moron, the Snivy behind him quips. Immediately he turns around, unable to complete his thought. ] —I'm not talking to you, asshole.
[ Up until now, he's had the pleasure of dealing with shopkeepers wanting business, but now he can't help but get into it with a pissed off customer. The Pelipper gives Shoka a look, as if to ask if she really knows this guy, but instead says: I can give you today's drop-off log, or whatever you're looking for. Just... take it to the side. Please. ]