“…Sure. C’mon in.”
Oh boy, this is going to be interesting. He hasn’t the slightest idea what this is about–but somehow, Nanu get the feeling it’s going to be emotional.
God help him.
He made his way in, careful so he wouldn´t step on any of the cats on accident. Placing the basket down, he took a seat, fidgetting with his shirt a bit.
“I…I brought a few presents to make it worth your time. I…gods, this is gonna sound so stupid, but…I´ve always wanted to do the trainer journey, but I never had the opportunity to do so. And…well, I heard the island challenge is rather similar, but I would need the permission from one of the Kahunas. So I wanted to ask…would it…would you allow me?”
“...’Preciate it.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Is this going to get touchy-feely? He’s bailing if this gets touchy-feely--Nanu has zero patience for that crap.
As such he tenses up when Lane (That’s his name, right?) starts talking, but relaxes a bit when he turns out to be reasonable.
“I mean... Don’t see why not. Just ‘s long as you don’t go getting into any trouble.” There’s a glare on the end--he may not know the man’s name, but Nanu has seen his face on wanted posters and interpol files.
