Have we met before? | ACCEPTING
New charger cable for his phone, a box of gel pens to replace the awful scratchy biros the Observatory has, Pokemon treats, juice boxes, snacks, painkillers, coffee, bandages, bleach, screws, dishcloths…
No matter how many times Mo reads through the shopping list, he feels like there’s something missing from it.
Even though he’s got everything he needs, he keeps checking each aisle as he walks past it, trying his damnedest to remember what the elusive item is. It’s no good, though – no memories are jogged, no thoughts spurred by the uninspired plastic signs reading the contents and number of each set of shelves.
And even if he had found something, that focus would’ve been swept away as he notices the man standing in the middle of one of the tech aisles.
His first thought is how bizarre it is that he’s wearing a full-on trench coat - indoors and in Alola, no less. He’s glancing up and down the rows of shelving, packed with phone screen protectors, portable charge packs, USB cables. Like he’s looking for something. There’s an air about him that seems… strange, sort of displaced in the middle of a department store.
Well, if he’s any use to the stranger, it’d be helping him work out what to find, especially as he seems to be looking for some tech.
Praying he doesn’t come off as patronising, he approaches him, quietly coughing as a polite way of getting his attention. “Excuse me, can I… can I help you with anything?”