[The city they were in ("London", wasn't it?) is actually a nice place in N's opinion, regardless of how rude the people were when it came to constantly staring at him and his friend. He didn't mind that, really. He was used to people thinking he was odd, and staring was a part of that, but it was much worse here. The only other problem was that Zorua was a little more distracted here than he usually was, which was only problematic because that meant sometimes N would have to stop and backtrack if the distraction lasted too long.
One particular distraction was the worst of all. While walking, Zorua spotted a small boy. What was strange about the boy was that he was, from what he had overheard, talking to a cat. That seemed weird. The only human Zorua thought could talk to other species was N. So he turns and runs towards the boy, halting just beside him. Unsure about whether or not the boy can talk strictly to cats, he begins speaking to him, starting off by asking about that.
N had caught sight of Zorua running off out of the corner of his eye, and quickly turned to follow him. It wasn't like the Pokemon to run off like that while they were walking together. He wasn't sure what, but something had really caught the fluffy little creature's attention.]