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Ugh, so much for not being questioned. Then again, one could afford to be nosy when they were the size of a fucking tree. Rokuto certainly didn't look like someone who regularly ventured into the mountains, but neither did he look like someone that scaled fortifications in his spare time, so at least he had that going for him. Still, that didn't leave him very many excuses that were likely to satisfy her. 

Naturally, Rokuto let none of his exasperation with the woman show on his face, and instead lowered his gaze and offered a bashful chuckle at Sanzoku's prying. The nephew came to his defense, at least, but Rokuto doubted it would help. The very idea that there [i]was[/i] a secret to be kept typically pushed people over the threshold from curious to suspicious.

[color=00b33c]"It's- It's fine, really,"[/color] Rokuto stuttered with his hands raised placatingly in response to William's outburst, [color=00b33c]"I'm heading north to Mount Moon; I wanna see if those magic sky rocks up there are real or just a silly fairy tale."[/color] He'd seen one before, up by Cerulean Bay, but the mechanics of these 'moon stones' actually falling from the sky seemed dubious. If it wasn't just a traveller's story, it was probably the work of some powerful Pokémon and Rokuto had no desire to get anywhere near its domain. They didn't have to know that though.

Turning back to William, Rokuto bowed his head in thanks. [color=00b33c]"And you don't have to rush if you're busy, I'll be in Saffron for a while anyway."[/color] The longer he took, the better, actually; Rokuto was stuck in town at the Shogun's whim, and only Celebi knew when the man would stoop to utilizing a shinobi with questionable allegiances over his own trusted men. It would be ideal to have an excuse keeping him in town than coop himself up in the castle because the townsfolk started recognizing him.

Speaking of suspicious, Rokuto needed some food in front of him if he intended to blend in for much longer. Otherwise he'd have to milk the giant lady for conversation, and that sounded like a recipe for disaster if she got curious on him again. He waved the server over hesitantly and fumbled out an order, tacking on an extra helping of fruit for Poyo's sake. Not that he was particularly keen on letting it out of the Pokéball around his food - or a houndour, for that matter - but with the way he'd seen venomoths chew through fabric, a hungry venonat was the last thing he wanted around his lovely collection of disguises.

Maybe he could be a homeless beggar next time he switched up his persona if it became a problem.

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