Shrieky isn't going to try and talk Wolfgang out of it again. He starts after the other man, still stealing furtive glances over his shoulder as he does so.
"Right, yes. I do have it, one moment--" He stumbles briefly, torn between trying to keep an eye on Wolfgang, trying to watch his back, and trying to get out the CiD, but he manages to keep his feet. This is the worst possible time for him to forget how to multitask, stupid, stupid legs! And stupid walking! Why is he so bad at it, and why does it have to be so complicated, and-- oh, god, no, don't overthink it, just keep walking...
Shrieky's pace picks up slightly as he glances down at the CiD, and he's distantly aware that this is partly because he's now leaning forward a little too far, and if he doesn't keep up with his body weight then he's going to fall over.
"There are some places inside of Mafaton, and someone in Brock Marsh if offering... nothing closer than Mog Hill though, I don't think."
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"Right, yes. I do have it, one moment--" He stumbles briefly, torn between trying to keep an eye on Wolfgang, trying to watch his back, and trying to get out the CiD, but he manages to keep his feet. This is the worst possible time for him to forget how to multitask, stupid, stupid legs! And stupid walking! Why is he so bad at it, and why does it have to be so complicated, and-- oh, god, no, don't overthink it, just keep walking...
Shrieky's pace picks up slightly as he glances down at the CiD, and he's distantly aware that this is partly because he's now leaning forward a little too far, and if he doesn't keep up with his body weight then he's going to fall over.
"There are some places inside of Mafaton, and someone in Brock Marsh if offering... nothing closer than Mog Hill though, I don't think."