The more Bashou spoke, the more Buson worried he had the wrong guy, but no, what the hell, that's... he called him Buson, didn't he?
Hearing all this praise was embarrassing and concerning. He looked more and more confused and distressed.
"Come on, let's get you out of here! You're acting just like you. This is exactly like you!"
He shook his head, frowning, disagreeing with his own words. "I already had those cookies! Loved them! Never liked them before."
Well, that's a clear lie, Buson was quite fond of the chinsuko from the Pokemon Center's cafe in Turnbloom...
Maybe if he lies about obvious stuff, Bashou will realize something's wrong?
"... I even don't know that they're also called chinsuko..."
Alright! He started to grin. He could just lie about stupid stuff!
"This isn't even my natural hair colour and I don't use hair gel to make my hair stick up like this! I hate sunglasses and would rather die than collect them."
[he's trying to outsmart the magic cookie effects, fff]
Hearing all this praise was embarrassing and concerning. He looked more and more confused and distressed.
"Come on, let's get you out of here! You're acting just like you. This is exactly like you!"
He shook his head, frowning, disagreeing with his own words. "I already had those cookies! Loved them! Never liked them before."
Well, that's a clear lie, Buson was quite fond of the chinsuko from the Pokemon Center's cafe in Turnbloom...
Maybe if he lies about obvious stuff, Bashou will realize something's wrong?
"... I even don't know that they're also called chinsuko..."
Alright! He started to grin. He could just lie about stupid stuff!
"This isn't even my natural hair colour and I don't use hair gel to make my hair stick up like this! I hate sunglasses and would rather die than collect them."