"Excuse me, miss." It was a miracle that Amethio was able to keep his irritation out of his voice and off his face. "Could you spare me a moment of your time?"

"Could you possibly direct me to the Spikemuth library?"

Like hell he was going to even breathe the reason he was asking because he felt stupid just thinking about it.

✧ @galarianvampire​ ✧ approaches:

Points at. She was gonna say something but she forgot--

  Indigo eyes flick between the trainer and the extended finger, waiting for whichever accusation ( likely true ) would escape her lips. When no such statement seems to be coming, Bede's lips curl upwards in a wry sort of smirk.

  Options are weighed in regards to how he wanted to play this one in the second he takes before he reacts, and as a hand of his own moves to tuck a stray curl of his hair back into place, it becomes evident that taking offense was not on his agenda today.