He hardly has any idea what time, month, or year it is; there’s no need when his purpose is set in stone regardless of the era. The novelty of the pathetic human toys has long since worn off, and while there’s still some amusement in seeing the trains go round and round in circles, and the amount of force he can put on a skateboard sending it soaring towards the ceiling being a surprisingly large nomination, it’s easier to lose himself in the books provided.
N’s eyesight is awfully compromised due to the lack of light present in the room, that’s for sure- but it’s not so terrible as to make him hallucinate an entire human being stepping out of a…portal? It illuminates the room, and for once he’s able to see that the room is actually rather…small.
The book on astrophysics is hastily discarded, gently set aside, as he faces the…presumably human creature. Certainly, they aren’t a Pokemon, but…well, they don’t seem to be quite human either. ( He can’t read their heart and if he knew how to feel fear, he’d be experiencing it. )
“…Greetings…” In comparison to the stranger’s, his own voice is feeble. Weak. The prince waves back slowly, gaze trained on the light and on their gauntlets- he’s never seen things so bright before, and like many creatures, he’s quite distracted by them. “…Ah, I…apolo- apologize. You’re…not from here.”
Intuitive little boy, isn’t he?
The light begins to fade, leaving the room as dim as ever, besides the odd glow coming from triangular accents on the other being’s body; that is, these markings mainly being eye-like marks on a crystalline, black visor.
They look around the room, then back down at the small human. Though, the ib waves coming from him... they don’t seem entirely like those belonging to humans. More like... hm. That’s interesting.
[ NO. I AM NOT. CLEVER! ]
They emit a harsh chortle, like listening to a bunch of crystals being scraped together in someone’s throat. Nekrozma kneels down, poking the boy with a single finger. Sort of like a big claw, thanks to the odd gauntlets of theirs.
[ I DON’T OFTEN SEE HUMANS THIS SMALL. ESPECIALLY NOT ALONE! ARE YOU ALONE, LITTLE HUMAN? ]
What a way to make small talk. And a way to make it more obvious than ever that they’re some sort of alien that doesn’t entirely grasp how humans interact, especially with how they keep calling N ‘HUMAN’ instead of asking for a name like most would.
If they had any grasp of culture and finances, perhaps they would figure out that this little human creature is most likely not alone -- a small child would definitely not be capable of amassing enough money to have toys such as his.