the question meant to serve as helpful felt grating, mandus finding his teeth clamping down tight as he gazed down at his phone.
useless, dead, nothing more than a paperweight.
were he not so careless about his self image, he might have thrown it into the neighboring harbor in his frustration.
‘ … yes, ‘ he admitted after a pause, his fingers squeezing to the point of knuckles blanching around his phone before shoving it into a pocket.
‘ i’m headed for jubilife, but i do not know the way. ‘
canalave was only a brief stop, and while he could easily book a hotel and wait the night to let his phone charge, he was far too impatient for that.
his strict mental schedule dictated he be in jubilife today, so he could continue working his way through the cities of sinnoh he was needed.
looking to the stranger, whom he had not even learned the name of, idly did he wonder if his discomfort was tangible.
‘ could you… help me? ‘
‘ jubilife? that’s not too far away from here. ’
perhaps, if he had not been stifled by civility, he would have given the man a strange look for his very blatantly forced plea, but his silence on the matter is offered out of courtesy for his blatant discomfort, as elucidated from the stiffness of his form to the furl of his lip. thus, his gaze turns elsewhere, away from the man and the clamor of the city, towards the threshold of the nearest route, where industry dissipated into wilderness. alas, a flying pokemon did not accompany him today, and gyarados was not capable of flight, au contraire to what its typing might have indicated, but a quick walk -- albeit a mild inconvenience and slightly larger annoyance, was no tedium to him, but he proffers an apologetic look should the case have been otherwise for the man.
‘ unfortunately, i have no pokemon capable of flight on me to transport you quickly, but if you don’t mind a little stroll, we will arrive there promptly. ’