[Okay. Okay. Strange things are clearly afoot at the Circle K here, but sometime about the point when Zacharie decides to re-pants himself, Meridiana's determination to correct out of her cognitive function tailspin abruptly takes hold, and she frowns a little as she tries to make sense of what, precisely, it is she's seeing.
There are two Mr. Tsukiyamas, evidently, and the one not in the dress (well, now the horrendously ugly pants) is also the one that sounds like him; moreover, it's the one who seems to be in charge of things, which in her experience is very like Mr. Tsukiyama.
That leaves the other one, "Zacharie", and her first inclination is that it must be some kind of acquaintance —
Except that then, god bless her, two and two add up to four and all of a sudden she thinks she's got a reasonably educated guess about what's going on here.]
Is...is that a Pokemon of yours, Mr. Tsukiyama? Doing...that?
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There are two Mr. Tsukiyamas, evidently, and the one not in the dress (well, now the horrendously ugly pants) is also the one that sounds like him; moreover, it's the one who seems to be in charge of things, which in her experience is very like Mr. Tsukiyama.
That leaves the other one, "Zacharie", and her first inclination is that it must be some kind of acquaintance —
Except that then, god bless her, two and two add up to four and all of a sudden she thinks she's got a reasonably educated guess about what's going on here.]
Is...is that a Pokemon of yours, Mr. Tsukiyama? Doing...that?
[...Maybe.]