[ with the caves expedition still heavy on his mind even now, Jack is having trouble being stationary for any amount of time. it's been a while since he felt such a pressing need to just run, and he finds himself shaking with tension if he tries to sit around in Lucca's house, even when he has her there to distract him with conversation.
so on days where he doesn't flee to the familiar comfort of the forest, or all the way out to the mountains, he instead spends all day wandering the streets of the city. Froslass and Floette are the two that accompany him today, and they drag him from shop window to shop window - although he never actually goes inside, because he knows the kinds of looks he'll get if he walks into any kind of clothes store in his crumpled shirt and scuffed shorts, with bare feet and hair that never gets brushed. people keep telling him about personal hygiene and taking care of his appearance, but they're lessons he doesn't particularly care to learn.
Froslass is leading him along by the hand to another building when he sees the Snorunt falling behind, sees it cry out and sees the woman take too long to go back for it. his feet are moving in their direction with barely even a thought. Froslass trails along behind him, still holding his hand, and Floette is tucked into the collar of his shirt. ]
Hey, ma'am! [ he holds up a hand to flag her down as he approaches. be polite to adults, he reminds himself, be polite. ] Your friend looks like they're having trouble. Is everything alright?
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so on days where he doesn't flee to the familiar comfort of the forest, or all the way out to the mountains, he instead spends all day wandering the streets of the city. Froslass and Floette are the two that accompany him today, and they drag him from shop window to shop window - although he never actually goes inside, because he knows the kinds of looks he'll get if he walks into any kind of clothes store in his crumpled shirt and scuffed shorts, with bare feet and hair that never gets brushed. people keep telling him about personal hygiene and taking care of his appearance, but they're lessons he doesn't particularly care to learn.
Froslass is leading him along by the hand to another building when he sees the Snorunt falling behind, sees it cry out and sees the woman take too long to go back for it. his feet are moving in their direction with barely even a thought. Froslass trails along behind him, still holding his hand, and Floette is tucked into the collar of his shirt. ]
Hey, ma'am! [ he holds up a hand to flag her down as he approaches. be polite to adults, he reminds himself, be polite. ] Your friend looks like they're having trouble. Is everything alright?