” HMPH” the distinct noise of disgust left the small Mawile as something pressed against her. She didn’t care nor wanted to understand why such an individual would do so to her. Iapapa’s eyes turned up as the beanie awkwardly covered her eyes. “MAWILE” he voice chirped up as the head in the back snapped at the air. Naturally Billi laughed and had his attention caught by a stranger. She was so annoyed it was unreal, not like she wanted to be near them anyways, so she waddled to Billi’s side.

The blonde noticed the human being in his space, that he never believed in anyways. Personal space, he didn’t often obey. It pushed boundaries and made him feel like he was more approachable and enjoyable. Touching things made them feel real to him and unlike any video he’d ever play. Billi could obviously see the height difference between them considering he was looking down, almost...directly..down at ants. “Oh hi,” Billi responded and grinned as he didn’t move.

People in hoenn were so weird and friendly, geez. Billi couldn’t just let these people pass him by, and besides that SCAR! Like wow. What a story that would be. Should he ask? Shouldn’t he respect that? Would they mind? Maybe they get asked that all the time. Golden eyes were met by Billi’s beady blue spectacles that radiated a pure, soft summer breeze, of joy and acceptance. In a way that a beach caresses your soul and just takes you to another existence. “Oh a permit for these” he was thinking as he reached into his pocket and laughed, nah he didn’t have any for his pokemon.

“I didn’t know I needed one,” he responded chuckling as his arms met his hips. Aspear ran around the new persons, as if to sniff and get them to do something. “No but what about you?” he responded back with a tongue out like his yamper, in a playful manner. “Oh it’s yours!” Billi knelt down, everything flexing, and took the hat from Iapapa. He awkwardly stuck it on the others head, “Yeah looks right on you!” words escaped his lips like they were loose cords. “I'm surprised I just posted about finding it and someone of your stature shows up! Just -whistle- wow!” open arms expressed his disbelief and near honor, even if the whistle gave an accidental flirty tone.

The blonde eyes couldn’t understand the person’s words for permits. Did he actually need permits for his pokemon. Was it that clear that he was foreign, it wasn’t like he thought his accent was strong. Looking down he felt even more confusion as the other kept going on about more permits. “ I have my Visa,” he nodded, “I’m registered to work in Hoenn,” he responded cheerfully. He was a gentle giant, but his brain didn’t work right all the time.

He reached into his pocket pulling out his nice quality leather wallet with a cute little snap in the shape of a yamper. “You’re a ranger? Thats cool! You’re a bro!?” he cheered as bright blue eyes peeled open and his tongue stuck out like the yamper who started nipping at the strangers shoelaces. “Like bro! That’s soo cool? So you don’t need a permit or anything?! Like nothing?!” he stepped closer and grabbed the strangers shoulders, “like bro what do you even do? What do you need my permits for?! All i got is a visa but like I can call someone,” he smiled brighter.


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Truely he was dumb, he had to be dumb. No normal person would let a ranger walk all over them because they weren’t the police, nor did they have anything to do with border patrol. Billi was just a very dense man, so dense that no one could really argue or fight with the fact that between a rock and hard place he’d say “but the rock is hard.” and let the conversation go right over his head.

Even with the stuttering and the clear bullshitting, Billi was convinced that he was in legal trouble. He was fumbling his nice wallet, which looked expensive, and it was, perhaps his first purchase when he first made money. It was such an accomplishment because Rowap helped him make the money and it made him feel good to value his friend in a way of having a wallet. The button popped open as he fished through his stuff, “See! My visa! I don’t have my other papers with me, they’d be at my hotel.” he said awkwardly but the smile remained on his face. Blue eyes betrayed him as it showed awkward anxiety because he loved Hoenn and didn’t wanna leave.

“Keeping the region safe thank you so much!” words that seemed filled with respect and pride for the job. Rangers like him were the reason they had good relationships with pokemon. Galar was no exception. “I’m working for Pokemon Insider! It’s so much fun” Billi’s eyes lit up again as the Yamper moved to the next shoe and began to chew on those laces too. “Oh sorry! Aspear come here.” he called the dog and threw his pokeball so the dog could go catch it. “Yah I’m from Galar!!!! It’s my home. I miss it…. BUT I love seeing the world and new places it’s so fun ya know? People just live so different in different areas and I like meeting and talking to new people because it just makes me so happy. I used to be super awkward in person because I was a streamer and would only play online, and as a kid i was super small so I was afraid of people.” the man RAMBLED.

Listening to him surely was a task. It wouldn’t be like listening to a ted talk. No. This was a boring podcast about something terrible, like knitting. “People here really don’t understand me sometimes, or think i’m really WEIRD because of it but thats okay. I like my accent. I learned that it’s kind of unique to me ya know? Super….Galarian?” he didn’t notice the other Kalosian accent. “So uuhhh…...yeah I uhhh…” he paused hearing his Yamper get into something, “ASPEAR” he called out, running to grab it and come back, the Yamper in his arms making them flex.
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Billi held the Yamper that spased in his arms only stared at the man with an awkward bounce. The blonde held himself together as the dog and the stranger stared at him. Something had changed, maybe it was something behind their eyes. There was some distrust or at least something there of disbelief, but the man liked to see the best in people. So he turned his attention to the fact he brought up his job again. “Yeah I make cute articles for the magazine about the people here. I was hired back home off my social media, though my articles are mainly online! Like all trendy things these days,” he nodded as Aspear licked his face coating it a slobbery slime. “Aspear sttttoooooopppppp” he pushed the dogs face away.

“I have a lot of followers on Rotogram so…. They reached out to me. And I couldn’t do streaming anymore because I got sad being alone,” he frowned and had Aspear wiggled out of his arms and run around again. Iapapa glared at the stranger then the noibat that tied the shoes. Like what? Her brow raised as she moved to look up from her low point of view, “Ma-wile?” she whispered to herself, because she was a LADY, and invaded privacy politely.

He paused and smiled widely, because he did like his streaming job, and it was fun for a while until he lost everything, but that was a story for another depressing day. “ Yeah! I was Billion on like everything. I played so many games! And I loved it. YEAH and fornite but I only played it with friends,” he paused and rolled over the thoughts, before thinking about the dances and got awkward backing up some. “Y-yeah I don’t dance” he tried to hide his shame of dancing.

”I...i...y-you asked but I-imm not good at it….’” he awkwardly and very meekly, and as white as possible gave the cheesiest Fornite dance. Turning a bright red as his legs bent the wrong way, hands didn’t match up even if it was probably cute. Yamper barked and danced with on his hind legs. “BORK” it barked playfully making the man stop. Then stared, “y-y-yeah...s-so thats my best fornite dance. It’s terrible,” he looked down avoiding eye contact. “What about you….do you dance?” he asked avoiding eye contact.
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Billi was a dummy, and with the raven haired person in front of him, confused him. He couldn’t dance and he was embarrassed at being a weirdo that couldn’t dance. Even more that he couldn’t understand how his legs could bend like a pool noodle and arms find a designated spot, just nothing made any sense when it came to body placement. It wasn’t like lifting a dumbbell, or working out all the time. He paused for a moment, taking in what the other said.

“You can?” he asked and blinked looking at him, then Iapapa waved to the noibat cutely smiling at it. “Mawile!” she waved happily. “Can you show me bro?” he asked, staring at him, adapting the other’s BRO language, with his own scottish accent peeling in. Blue eyes popped open, staring more intensely. “So me? I’m embarrassed,” he stated more.

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