Akane was startled when the boy proceeded to bark back at her. It was as to be expected after everything, and Akane took it in stride, trying to not flinch as she was scolded by the boy. It had been a cruel route for her to take, and she was in the fault so trying to fight back was pointless really. She felt horrible for frightening a harmless child like she had.
“I-It’s all I have!” Akane admitted, “Those rocks and that stick of gum.”
A pathetic announcement, from somebody who thrived off planning and organization, but in her defense it was always best to take as little with you when hiking up hillsides. Like they’d already discussed, there were often bandits.
She ran a hand through her hair, reaching back over to her sweater to put it back on, “I can feed you and give you a place to sleep when we’re off the mountain- I live in Sia, but it’s a little bit of a trek yet.”
At the little bird pokemon’s attempt at mimicking it’s owner’s passion, Akane scooted back away from the boy and his bird once more. She wasn’t scared, per say, but she was certainly unsure about the bird. It seemed harmless enough but like a mother protecting it’s young, Akane was sure that the bird wouldn’t hesitate to protect it’s owner.
“I-I promise I won’t scare you! So please.”
A relatively harmless child, anyhow. Nimiety was strong within his fathoming visage. Lupler seemed to seek his input. It was just a feeling, but Barry figured the penguin was looking at him for answers next. Pleading, now? Well, I could use this. It’s faster than looking for somebody else to point me where to go.
Her locution seemed guilty enough, true or not. How interesting. I didn’t think I could terrify her that much. That was over the top. Barry savored the victory that rippled across his taste buds, loosening his jaw with every subsequent chew. The mint felt cold in his hollow stomach, but the nausea had subsided.
Reaching for the toes of his tawny boots, he all at once stretched his legs and sprung to his feet, all the while evading the embarrassment of tripping over his hands for once. “I accept your terms, Missy!” He airs cogently, a head of scruffy blonde hair whisking by with impeccable verve. There was just one problem...Oh, right. I don’t even know the way.
Lupler had taken to following Barry, but oddly enough, his trot was done backwards. The only reason he hadn’t crashed into anything was probably the habitual steel arch Barry’s legs provided when spread. He passed right on through as if Barry himself were a gate. “Lupler, that’s the wrong way!”
“Pipipibibibib! Pleepipeep!” The aquatic, razor-beaked male vaulted back to his brisk trainer fussily.
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