Syrrus
Wishful bard
"Then why don't you act more like it?" Lance teased as he stepped into the shop, peering around. This place was odd. Lumios as a whole that was. So fashion oriented. They even dressed their Pokémon up, which was just plain weird. He didn't like it one bit. The man whoever, who know was hugging Riel was someone Lance certainly wanted to avoid which was why he took one long side step away from them, causing his sunglasses to fall down over his eyes. He didn't much like touchy types, no matter the gender. He enjoyed personal space, which was another reason why Dragonite was so annoying at times. Luckily the big Dragon was sleeping soundly in its poke ball, chained to Lance's belt. No one could steal it now, for sure.
Then the strange male's attention was turned towards Lance. The Dragon Master looked at him, pulling his head back so he could peer at the man through his sunglasses, as they were too far down his nose. "Yes, that would be me. Please don't touch me." He said and he still sounded as kind as he always did, he just didn't want to be touched by this man whit that strange hair colour. Especially not now when he was carrying so many bags of shopping. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." He then added, bowing forward slightly, it was a typical Kanto way of doing things, after all.
Then the strange male's attention was turned towards Lance. The Dragon Master looked at him, pulling his head back so he could peer at the man through his sunglasses, as they were too far down his nose. "Yes, that would be me. Please don't touch me." He said and he still sounded as kind as he always did, he just didn't want to be touched by this man whit that strange hair colour. Especially not now when he was carrying so many bags of shopping. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." He then added, bowing forward slightly, it was a typical Kanto way of doing things, after all.