Your damsel in distress

”It is half past three,” the monotone female voice coming from his phone says. A deep sigh escapes through his nose as he folds his arms. How long can it take to find a trash can? Very long apparently. Míngzé knew it was a mistake to let the pokémon go by himself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Frustration started building up after five minutes of waiting and was now at its peak.

”Qiān?” Nothing. Where the hell did he go? Normally he never leaves his side this long, immediately coming back. Surely nothing was wrong. Worry is building up, but Míngzé tries his best to push it back. Everything is alright. It has to me.

And yet—

Without second guessing, he reaches for a person who happens to pass by, trying to take a hold of him. “Excuse me,” he says as he looks at the man. Maybe he is more successful in finding his pokémon.


[ Voor iemand van Q~ ]

His long fingers touched the fabric of the person and wanted to hold on longer but the person stepped away and he immediately lost his grip. At least he succeeded in getting the other’s attention. His eyes narrow as he looks at what he assumes is a young man. “I wasn’t informed I needed one, next time I won’t forget,” he says calmly, trying to keep his voice from going cold.

It did not take long for the kid to change the tone of his voice. What? Was he afraid he would hurt him by talking? Lucky for him Míngzé’s ears were perfectly fine or he might have some real problems here. “An Inteleon, have you seen him?” His eyes rest on the other as he waits. Over the years he has learned to look at people, it keeps them at ease.

“Bit taller than I am, he was supposed to just throw away some trash and then come back.” Míngzé folds his arms over his chest, getting slightly impatient. Not because of the kid, but because that thing has yet to return.

Amids this mass it was impossible for him to find that blue giant. There were too many people and blue was a very popular color. It did not help that he was the size of a normal human being. With the help of this stranger, he hoped to find him quickly. Or maybe not. He’d never seen one in his entire life. That did not matter. Míngzé grabbed his phone, ready to find a picture of Qiān.

Meanwhile the stranger suggested he could help look for him. “That’s a great idea.” At least he did not answer his question and then turned around to leave. It should not be hard for them to find him. Qiān was well trained, he should still be around here somewhere.

“He left me ri—” but before he could finish his whole sentence, the young man spoke up again. One eyebrow shot up, giving him a questionable look. That was very straightforward. “Well enough, yes.” It was no more than something that represented a ghostly figure, but he knew where he stood, which was more than enough. “I thought we were looking for my Inteleon, not my eyesight.” The latter they would never find. While shaking his head he turned his attention to his phone, navigating it until he found a picture on google. All while his phone kept telling him what he was doing, typing and what was on screen. Too fast for most people to understand.