Mm... [And that's his only response to the first part: an uncertain, childish sort of whine.
Thankfully, he sounds a bit more collected when the second message comes.] Outside the Musical Theater-- Don't leave, I'll come find you. [He cuts the feed abruptly, and instantly makes his way for the Pokemon Center.
He still knows his way around Nimbasa rather well, and it doesn't take him long to arrive at the Center. Most of his Pokemon have been returned to their Pokeballs (for N's paranoia that someone will appear and snatch them away), save for Sigilyph and Growlithe, who have taken it upon themselves to serve as lookouts. Sigilyph hovers behind N, but Growlithe takes off ahead, dashing fearlessly up to Thomas and yapping away excitedly. What he says is something along the lines of, "Master N, I found the well-dressed man! I did, I found him, look, see, look!"
N smiles as he approaches.] Yes, you did. You did well, comrade. [Some of N's apparent worry is reflected by his appearance: careworn bags under his eyes, his hair and clothes disheveled... though that's not entirely odd, considering it's N. The oddest thing is what he's wearing around his neck: what appears to be a red dog collar alongside his usual pendant. He looks up at Thomas with a frown.]
Thomas... [He feels very guilty for an amount of reasons, and he seems to not be able to think of anything other to say than that. Meanwhile, Growlithe sits back and stares up at Thomas with adoration. I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU. ALSO YOU SMELL KIND OF LIKE PERSIAN.]
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Thankfully, he sounds a bit more collected when the second message comes.] Outside the Musical Theater-- Don't leave, I'll come find you. [He cuts the feed abruptly, and instantly makes his way for the Pokemon Center.
He still knows his way around Nimbasa rather well, and it doesn't take him long to arrive at the Center. Most of his Pokemon have been returned to their Pokeballs (for N's paranoia that someone will appear and snatch them away), save for Sigilyph and Growlithe, who have taken it upon themselves to serve as lookouts. Sigilyph hovers behind N, but Growlithe takes off ahead, dashing fearlessly up to Thomas and yapping away excitedly. What he says is something along the lines of, "Master N, I found the well-dressed man! I did, I found him, look, see, look!"
N smiles as he approaches.] Yes, you did. You did well, comrade. [Some of N's apparent worry is reflected by his appearance: careworn bags under his eyes, his hair and clothes disheveled... though that's not entirely odd, considering it's N. The oddest thing is what he's wearing around his neck: what appears to be a red dog collar alongside his usual pendant. He looks up at Thomas with a frown.]
Thomas... [He feels very guilty for an amount of reasons, and he seems to not be able to think of anything other to say than that. Meanwhile, Growlithe sits back and stares up at Thomas with adoration.
I HAVE JUST MET YOU AND I LOVE YOU. ALSO YOU SMELL KIND OF LIKE PERSIAN.]