PUPPET.

  “H.”

“‘e’?”

"Oh my Arceus, is that him? Oh, wait, it's just a cosplayer…"

“What I'd give to get my hands on that prize money.”

“So much water…”

“Did you hear? They're giving out AUTOGRAPHED PHOTOS to everyone who enters!”

"So you think ___________ will win? Wanna bet on it?"

"So, is this your first time in a Contest?"

"Oh, gosh, I’ve never been on stage before…"

"Wallace is just so beautiful that I can't handle it."

"I rate this Contest 7.8/10, too much Wallace."

"I heard Shamus got banned from this year's competition. What a shame!"

"Hey, the water's great. Let's go for a swim~"

"I wonder which category I'm going to get!"

"What if I get a Pokémon pairing that I don't like?"

"I've got the ________ category covered, but I'm not so sure about _______…"

(holding a bottle of complementary alcohol) "This bitch empty. YEET!"

"I think my [Pokémon's name] is nervous about performing for another Trainer…"

"I think my [Pokémon's name] is excited about performing for another Trainer!"

"I've brought a Pokémon who--let's just say I pity the poor soul who chooses them." (evil grin)

"I'm literally only at this contest for the food. We have great food."

"Why are you at the Wallace Cup if you're scared of water?"

       HE LIFTS HIS CYNDAQUIL TO PERCH on the top of his shoulders again, feeling Akio squirm in his grip. The fire-type was fussing like an infant, making sounds that sounded like incoherent cyndaquil noises to a boy who could not understand the pokemon language.

       ‘ MR. STRANGER! I LIKE YOUR GREEN HAIR! It reminds me of the grass! ’ all these words could not be understood by the cyndaquil’s trainer.

        “ HE DOES – he just fusses sometimes. ” and causes trouble … and comes running to Kubo when he gets caught for it … Kubo chuckled sheepishly while he briefly thought of those many situations. “ HEY – I might as well ask you while I’m at it, but you wouldn’t happen to know the quickest way I could get to ROYAL AVENUE, would you? I’d like to get there before sundown. ”

Compliments on his hair were common from humans, but not so much the creatures they toted with them; perhaps due to the fantastical nature many had by default, such a thing was mere normality to them. However, it’s still appreciated greatly, and having little regard for how peculiar it may seem to a stranger- for even after years of second glances from people who knew not of the Plasma King’s abilities, the malicious words of those who believe him to be a trickster at best, a fool at worst, he still loves to speak- he bends over slightly and speaks.

“Thank you very much, little one, I appreciate it!” He doesn’t speak it, for it’s more of a sentence read by telepathy, but he mouths the words out of habit. Akio’s presumed innocence is pleasant, as such things are to him; N turns back to Kubo at his comment and nods, adjusting his hat to the shifting sunlight.