I couldn’t help but laugh again, but this time at the way she addressed me. “Sir Rodrigo? Come now! There’s no need for such formalities, we’re in good company after all!” I lean down and give her a tiny nudge with the plate covering my elbow, my friendly grin never wavering. “A simple ‘Rodrigo’ works quite fine, my friend. Besides, calling me ‘sir’ makes me feel even older.” I follow this with a playful wink, or is it considered a blink since I only have one eye? Heh, I’ll figure it out later.
Straightening myself back up I continue to chuckle. “And I shall take your compliment gladly, I’d certainly like to think of myself as a ‘confident and friendly fellow’ and hearing you confirm my thoughts gladdens me immensely.” I give her a sharp nod. “Not to mention you’re indeed correct, since no story requires a battle in order to be interesting. One could simply be living a quiet life and still have loads of tales, the only uninteresting thing is the way you tell it.” I tap the side of my head with a finger, giving her a knowing look. “And let me tell you, I’ve also made several uninteresting situations become interesting by simply having fun with the story-telling~”
When I saw her purple cheeks take on a darker shade from my compliment on her dress, my grin threatened to widen further. “If your grandmother made that dress, then I give my utmost respect to her. She is truly an artisan at her craft, and you make it shine even further with your complimentary stunning looks.” I give her a giant thumbs up. “If there’s such thing as a ‘clothing soulmate’, then I’d say that you’ve found it!”
If Rinako were here, she’d probably chuckle at my comment about ‘clothing soulmates’. Not that I’d blame her, since the concept is certainly amusing when you think about it.
I fold my hands behind my back, my smile relaxing. I listen to her answer my other question and I couldn’t help but perk an eyebrow at her response. “Unova? I don’t think I’ve heard of that place before, I assume it’s a sort of country or contine-” I stop as realization strikes me. “Ah! THAT Unova! Well then, it appears my deteriorating memory strikes again.” I shake my head, chuckling some more. “Still, I’ve never visited that place before even though I’ve heard several good things about it. It’s one of those regions where Pokemon and Humans live together, correct?”
My single eye glances around the rural town we’re in before focusing my attention back at her. “As for this place? Nope! I actually come from a more faraway town, although it’s not quite as nice as this place.” I scratch my chin for a brief moment. “However it’s quite charming, even though it lacks a lot of things such as electricity. It’s one of the more ‘old-fashioned’ places, who’d much rather live without modern technology.” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t share their ideals, since things like appliances makes life quite easier and convenient.”
I stop again, realizing that I didn’t even answer her question on what this place is anyways. “Oh! And the name of the town is...Woodwick?” I pause for a third time, recalling the name before nodding slowly. “Yes...Woodwick, I’ve only been here briefly so the name hasn’t stuck with me yet. But that’s the name of this place.” I shake my head. “Heh, forgive this old fool for his scatterbrain-ness.”
When she told me the reason behind her eye patch, I feel my own smile grow. “Oho, dull stories are the best!” I give her a friendly, reassuring nudge. “The dull stories means that no unfortunate events have befallen upon you, those who think otherwise are most often a sorry lot who seek to find validation by utilizing their sorrows instead of deeds.” Well, perhaps that’s a bit harsh...
“That is, those who seek to utilize their misfortunes to obtain pity and interest upon themselves.” I specify, to make it seem less judging. “Essentially, if your tale isn’t considered ‘exciting’ does not mean it isn’t interesting!” My smile widens into a full-blown grin. “And even then, your particular ‘tale’ is something I would never considered to be ‘dull’! You being a mystical seer is FAR more interesting than a Chesnaught getting into a bar fight, and the fact that you possess an eye that peers into the future is automatically an ear-catcher in my books.”
When she introduces herself, it makes me pause. Most cases I tend to be good when it comes to introducing myself to others, but apparently this (not so) wee girl beat me straight to the punch.
“Jhudora eh? Now ain’t it quite a pleasure to meet you.” I extend one of my large hands to her, offering a handshake for a more formal greetings. “The name’s Rodrigo, a solid name to give you so that you won’t have to refer to me as ‘Chesnaught’.” I pause, my eye twinkling with humor. “Or if it suits you better, you can still refer to me as such. However I think of it being much more beneficial for the both of us if you call me Rodrigo, that way another Chesnaught won’t mistake you for trying to grab their attention instead.”
I have to say, the more I look at her the more fascinated I become. It’s not common that I see her type of attire, since those sort of dresses are more known to belong to the aristocrat type - if I ever see one that is. "You have quite the get-up there.” I point out with a hearty chuckle. “Quite fancy and charming, far better than the plain ol’ belt I’m wearing.” I gesture to my waist for emphasis. “But then again, clothing never agreed too well with me since I’m a rather big fella.” I start scratching my chin. “Which actually makes me quite interested, where do you hale from?”
“So be it. Karaoke is not for everyone, I guess,” he said. “Though I do not think skill level matters too much for casual events like these. But it is up to you!”
The mention of her shop and her third eye caught his interest though. He only had two eyes himself, after all, and he’d never really been inside a curio shop either.
“On the contrary! I think it sounds perfectly interesting. You have just taken on a more quiet life, is all. I commend you, for I could never. Too much silence makes me restless.” he fumbled with the beard, before grumbling out of frustration and taking it off, once again. “It is no big loss, everyone knows I am not Santa anyway...” he brought his eye back to her, as to not be rude.
“You would be correct in that I can predict the future, yes,” he said, but he grit his teeth as he continued, “I do not use that ability very much, though. I prefer to live in the present. I think the thought of discovering something terrible to come, and being unable to do anything about it, discourages me from doing so. But, it is excellent that you use yours to help others! I’m sure you are well appreciated where you come from.”
Realizing that perhaps he was drawing it out a bit, Quill proceeded to speak again. “So if it is a curio shop, then you sell all sorts of rare or bizarre things, yes? Have you ever had to deal with thieves or the like? Someone not willing to pay the price?”
