if there was anything mercy hadn’t been expecting, it was dealing with a mission so early on. not that he minded, exactly— he had done worse for rocket than stealing something from the mall, and he would do worse again. it was just simple facts.

what he did mind, however, was the kid. it hadn’t taken him too long to find the car, but even then he hadn’t been entirely sure. it was like anything he would see from someone in their early twenties; which, props for his partner for not attracting too much attention, he supposed.

his mask had been removed to try to keep attention away from himself, even if that revealed some ugly, jagged scars across his face. from what he knew of hoenn, scars weren’t uncommon, so at least that wasn’t much of a worry (even if he felt safer with it at this point). the lack of it subjects himself to the remainders of vape-scent, and he wrinkles his nose just slightly as he gets in the car, hoping it’s a good enough answer to the previous question.

”’ve got my pokemon.” comes as an answer to the mention of guards— and, if worse comes to worse, he has himself, but he doesn’t mention that. things won’t come to that.

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