#grumpy-boy

Zane wasn't a shut-in. That is, he didn't actively seek to isolate himself from others, despite his ability to unthinkingly do so at the drop of a hat. Having noticed his lack of social dealings, Zane thought he might venture out of his veritable nest of filth and go talk to someone. Maybe. Sometimes it was difficult to find someone willing to listen to him prattle on about his interests (which were quite...eclectic, he had learned), or else willing to fill the conversation themselves.

He loved people, actually. He thought that humanity tended to be beautiful and rather enchanting, all possessing unique sets of interests and diverse hobbies, but unfortunately, research on other humans usually turned out to be entirely unsuccessful. They were simply just too complex!

Zane marvelled at complexity. Dwelling in the common rooms of the very lab that Zane was staying at was yet another collection of other humans, with their equally delightful pokémon! And to Zane's surprise, a face that he recognized. Could it be?

He strode forward, Whiskers strutting along at his heels, realizing that the familiar face he knew was absorbed in his laptop, one finger poised over his touchpad, and otherwise fully tucked into the recess of the quite-large armchair that he'd seated himself in. With his scarf almost up to his nose, Zane noted, with a touch of amusement. Some things never change, do they? Even in the most complex of individuals!

Zane edged into his line of vision and hurriedly asked, "Could it possibly be you, Niko? Truly?" A sort of reverence had crept into voice - a sort of adoring, breathless hush.

if it was about girlscouts and trees it was me OTL

ITS OK NO IT WASNT THAT IT WAS LITERALLY ME FORGETTING. LIKE MY MIND BLANKED.