[Dorian's had worse. And in any case, he had no room to judge. Before checking himself into a room, he'd looked no better. The roads, or rather, the one singular road, hadn't been particularly kind to him. Dirt, mud and other assorted detritus had coated him from toe to nose.]
[Not that he would be judging. In all honesty, the cluelessly messy sort of look fit Shiro, and only served to endear him to the mage all the more. Not that he would recommend a shower to his companion, if given the chance.]
[He stepped out of the way of the man, not wanting to get in the way of the trainer, the injured Pokemon and the nurse awaiting them both. Instead he stood off to the side, lifting a hand to examine his nails. It was a struggle to not grunt in frustration at the sight of dirt beneath them.]
It was a long and arduous journey, I'm afraid. I shan't trouble you with the tale. [In truth, it was simply a cramped train ride into Saffron and a jaunt down the route connecting it to Lavender.]
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[Not that he would be judging. In all honesty, the cluelessly messy sort of look fit Shiro, and only served to endear him to the mage all the more. Not that he would recommend a shower to his companion, if given the chance.]
[He stepped out of the way of the man, not wanting to get in the way of the trainer, the injured Pokemon and the nurse awaiting them both. Instead he stood off to the side, lifting a hand to examine his nails. It was a struggle to not grunt in frustration at the sight of dirt beneath them.]
It was a long and arduous journey, I'm afraid. I shan't trouble you with the tale. [In truth, it was simply a cramped train ride into Saffron and a jaunt down the route connecting it to Lavender.]