[color=ffe150][b][u]Toshi[/u][/b][/color]

He listened to Frieda with one ear while listening to Remi in the other, holding off from unwrapping a lollipop before he got to taste Remi's coffee since he seemed to take some pride in his brewing skills. He thanked Remi when he handed him the mug, then took a long, bitter swig as Remi asked him his name and Frieda finished listing the straightforward options available.

[color=ffe150]"Toshinori. Everyone calls me Toshi, though."[/color] He turned his head to address Frieda, [color=ffe150]"thanks for the rundown, by the way. You've given me some ideas."[/color] He then turned back to give Remi his compliments. [color=ffe150]"This is some damn good coffee. Best I've ever had, even."[/color] He proceeded to take another deep swig in such a manner that he inexplicably gave off the impression that the mug was somehow filled with alcohol. It was simply how Toshi normally drank his coffee.

'Best he's ever had' was kind of a low bar considering he's pretty much only ever had instant coffee before, but it was simultaneously smoother and more bitter than any he's tried before, which, combined, made it rather pleasant compared to the ashy flavors he was used to out of coffee. How did that saying go? That coffee is meant to taste as bitter as a Trevenant and as sharp as a Doublade? Or was that saying for tea? He decided not to mention it in case Remi called him out for being a fake coffee afficionado, which he kinda was.

[color=ffe150]"It's nice and smooth."[/color] He gave Remi an appreciative smile before chugging the rest of the mug and moving to put it down in the sink. He didn't particularly mind the aftertaste of coffee, but he couldn't deny he preferred sweets more. He unwrapped a lollipop and put it in his mouth before finding a place in the waiting room to unobtrusively loiter about. He ended up leaning against a wall with his arms folded, one leg bent at the knee to fold over the other with the tip of his shoe resting on the ground. Y'know, all casual-like. Mentally, he busied himself pondering what starter pokémon Camphor would have available and the ramifications his starter would inevitably have on the rest of his team. It was a bit anxiety-inducing, if he was being honest, but outwardly he remained as cool as a cucumber.