Bad first step. (Closed)

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Grassveil town was everything Alfonse expected it to be, so many Pokemon walking around and shops littering the area. Alfonse got a very good look at these things as he ran away from them in order to throw up everything he had. Struggling to stand properly and bent over with the jaw on his head shifting left and right wildly as he hurled his lunch. "Regret, Regret. Regret." Alfonse painfully got out as he hurled again.

Noticeable he ran away from inside a traders wagon that was being carried by two Rapidash. "Who even goes that fa-" another wave of nausea came but luckily he was able to keep it down this time. Still the Mawile looked quite the sight hunched over hands near the ground, jaw wilting swinging as he waited for the feeling of nausea and dizziness to go down.

"Of course." Robin answered, smiling back at Alfonse. With the guild in sight, she dipped her head in a polite, if formal, bow, her ears flattening. "It's just that big building up ahead and a little to the left. It's right on the beaten path, so you can't miss it." She nodded, feeling a hint of pride for steering the Mawile all the way here. See, she'd done something good today. That always felt nice, didn't it? "Well. I'll be on my way, now. Welcome to Grassveil, Alfonse! I hope you find everything you're looking for."

And with a cheery smile, she was gone, though it faded to something more neutral as soon as she turned her back.

(Gonna drop out Robin here! Thanks for the roleplay, Mathe~)

Finally making it to the guild Alfonse couldn't help but look at it in a bit of awe, even from a distance he couldn't help but get excited. "Alright then, thanks for the help. Hope everything goes well for you too." giving a way goodbye the Mawile looked up at the building feeling a bit nervous now that he was so close, or maybe he was still feeling a bit sick he really couldn't tell at the moment.

Pumping himself up a bit he quickened his pace towards the guild eager to get his show on the road.