Apr 11
[ ↻ WAR | @redhorseman ]
N isn't particularly paying attention to the people around him. In his arms is his Zoroark-- who's somehow devolved back to a Zorua since arriving. He's spent a majority of his time silently observing his surroundings instead, trying to get a feel for this place.
He only realizes he may be in someone's way when he hears the soft sounds of Zorua, squirming and whining in his arms. His initial reaction is to try and calm the small Pokemon down--
Until he looks up, towards a figure he's never seen before. N blinks, clearing his throat, before he takes a step out of the way to clear the path for the stranger.
"I'm sorry."
"I hope I wasn't in your way for too long."