[The lights suddenly shorting out in the candy corn factory earned little more than a small start from the giant of a man who towered over many of the people and pokemon in the vicinity. In his heavy boots and billowing jacket, he certainly seemed to be a safe one to stand near.
Except for the odd confusion that was painted on his heavily scarred face as he looked between the tiny piece of candy in his hand and the darkened lights above them. Somewhere, distant within the building, he thought he heard the rumble of trampling feet.
Suddenly he looked down at the nearest person, seeming somewhat nervous.]
We....should probably get out of here.
[It wasn't that he was afraid-- not at all. He just had a very bad feeling about all of this.]
3
[He had come out for a simple meal. That was all. He hadn't expected to have employees from not one but three foodstands on the street all vying for his attention-- and money.
Not that he had much money to begin with.]
No-- you see, I don't really like meat!
[He tried to pull back, the very picture of a shrinking violet if not for the fact that his height was as great as that of a Dragonite and his presence was a superficially fearsome as a Feraligatr. The talk of having him sit down and try each of the restaurant's house specialties had him furiously shaking his head.]
No, that's okay. I'm happy with bread or a salad. It doesn't need to be special. It could be a...bread salad?
[It was clear that he was grasping at straws. Someone, please rescue this man and his poor wallet?]
Randel Oland | Pumpkin Scissors | Enhanced, probs Calderan in origin
Ah?
[The lights suddenly shorting out in the candy corn factory earned little more than a small start from the giant of a man who towered over many of the people and pokemon in the vicinity. In his heavy boots and billowing jacket, he certainly seemed to be a safe one to stand near.
Except for the odd confusion that was painted on his heavily scarred face as he looked between the tiny piece of candy in his hand and the darkened lights above them. Somewhere, distant within the building, he thought he heard the rumble of trampling feet.
Suddenly he looked down at the nearest person, seeming somewhat nervous.]
We....should probably get out of here.
[It wasn't that he was afraid-- not at all. He just had a very bad feeling about all of this.]
3
[He had come out for a simple meal. That was all. He hadn't expected to have employees from not one but three foodstands on the street all vying for his attention-- and money.
Not that he had much money to begin with.]
No-- you see, I don't really like meat!
[He tried to pull back, the very picture of a shrinking violet if not for the fact that his height was as great as that of a Dragonite and his presence was a superficially fearsome as a Feraligatr. The talk of having him sit down and try each of the restaurant's house specialties had him furiously shaking his head.]
No, that's okay. I'm happy with bread or a salad. It doesn't need to be special. It could be a...bread salad?
[It was clear that he was grasping at straws. Someone, please rescue this man and his poor wallet?]