“Hey, I’m not little.” He’s just barely older than you, Rail. “I’m eighteen."
"I’m over from New Bark, which should be kinda west from here, but I can’t cross over without getting to Tohjo. Is it south or north of the Pokemon League gates?" Because I keep mixing up the cave with the mountain between Blackthorn and Mt. Silver, he thinks, but absolutely refuses to make himself look any lamer in front of this guy. That being said, he should just fly on Togetaro, but the poor Pokemon’s already exhausted from the trip over…
"Really now? We’re the same age? You seem younger.” Rail, that could be mainly because mentally you’re far older. That’s condescending, stop that.
“Ohhhh, so you’re from over in Johto, huh.” Actually, Rail more or less remained in Johto, but he sure did wander around a lot for business. He may have been an admin, but that was for the Tech Department only. The guy still had to take orders– Not that he minded it any. As long as it was interesting and amusing, he’d go along with it. “Well, beats me! I’ve never been up that way, honestly! You’re shit outta luck if you’re looking at me for help, dude.”
