Mm. [They are rather impressive; he continues to observe them quietly as he begins to walk. That brings up the question of evolution... What if Thomas-- or any of the outsiders for that matter-- experienced a Pokemon evolving and took it the wrong way? How was he to explain that?
He does stop when Thomas goes to fetch his missing backpack, watching curiously by the Pokemon Center doors. When he lays his eyes on the backpack, however, something occurs to him, and he shies away from it as if he expects it to bite him.
Thomas did say he had two weapons with him, didn't he? And while N is far from familiar with firearms, he knows that Thomas could very well have many more bullets hidden away. The two bullets he took suddenly seem very insignificant.
He abruptly lifts a hand, apparently to snatch the backpack away, but he decides against it. He drops the hand back to his side and clenches it into a fist, scowling at nothing in particular.] Your Pokemon are more important. [He says it snappingly, and, looking oddly fearful, retreats through the Pokemon Center doors. Maybe it's childish-- lashing out at everything like that just to run away-- but he can't help it. He makes a beeline for the counter, standing behind a couple other NPCs trainers in line. Wrapping his arms around himself, he begins to quietly seethe. All aboard the emotional roller coaster!]
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He does stop when Thomas goes to fetch his missing backpack, watching curiously by the Pokemon Center doors. When he lays his eyes on the backpack, however, something occurs to him, and he shies away from it as if he expects it to bite him.
Thomas did say he had two weapons with him, didn't he? And while N is far from familiar with firearms, he knows that Thomas could very well have many more bullets hidden away. The two bullets he took suddenly seem very insignificant.
He abruptly lifts a hand, apparently to snatch the backpack away, but he decides against it. He drops the hand back to his side and clenches it into a fist, scowling at nothing in particular.]
Your Pokemon are more important. [He says it snappingly, and, looking oddly fearful, retreats through the Pokemon Center doors. Maybe it's childish-- lashing out at everything like that just to run away-- but he can't help it. He makes a beeline for the counter, standing behind a couple other
NPCstrainers in line. Wrapping his arms around himself, he begins to quietly seethe. All aboard the emotional roller coaster!]