nezupunk:
“a jack of all trades type, huh?” piers nods. “takes a lotta talent to learn more than one instrument. i’m sure you made plenty a hearts start weepin’ at the sound.” he puts a hand to his chest. “i like t’stick with my guitar and my words… they can make somethin’ pretty powerful.”
“no reason to be rude. that could be it.” it wasn’t like the people he knew in his region were rude, and being able to walk around freely without being spotted as a galarian celebrity was pretty nice. it’s been a long time since piers was able to make a midnight snack run to his local gas station. piers gives phantom a firm handshake and a wider smile, followed by a pat on the thief’s shoulder! “what’s brought you out here in the middle of the night? my music’s not that loud, so there’s gotta be somethin’ else.”
he hums, feeling a little bit of pride and also embarrassment poke at him. wow, usually it’s a lot harder to finagle a compliment out of someone, but piers really is just letting them out. “i think you’re quite talented too. it’s rather hard to make lyrical words that aren’t bumbling over themselves.” writing lyrics is hard! he knows that from talking to others.
“ah, i suppose so. we’re all in the same situation, so, there’s not very much to be rude about.” and if someone is being rude for something entirely superficial, well, that’s their fault and not his. he’s long gotten past the part of society that criticizes others for the way they appear and dress - and maple world seems to have left that in the sands of history as well, thankfully. at the handshake, phantom gives a more lopsided grin, and his purple eyes seem to glint a little in the darkness. “well. i’ve always thought better at night ... my love quite liked the stars. thought it’d be nice to talk a walk.”
