[ Funnily enough, Perrin is not very perceptive. PE 3, baby. But he was a looming Dragonite, tall for his species, who almost seemed to be trying to stand even taller.
It was not that Perrin meant to loom. But he kept his good eye focused, eying up the other - noticing that one of their eyes was different. Not sealed shut with scarring like his own, but not all injuries were physically like his. But when he spoke - in his smooth voice - he seemed oddly calm for a moment, as he looked down. ]
Oh, yeah. My name's Courier Six, and--
[ Before, a beat, averting his own gaze. ]
Wait. Uh-- pronouns? Y'give 'em t'me instead of... [ well, gender? Because Perrin, too, had noticed it was hard to tell a Pokemons' gender by just seeing them, or listening to their voice. Then again, he was the Dragonite walking around with what, to those who knew them, would know were top surgery scars. ]
cw: gender ignorance
It was not that Perrin meant to loom. But he kept his good eye focused, eying up the other - noticing that one of their eyes was different. Not sealed shut with scarring like his own, but not all injuries were physically like his. But when he spoke - in his smooth voice - he seemed oddly calm for a moment, as he looked down. ]
Oh, yeah. My name's Courier Six, and--
[ Before, a beat, averting his own gaze. ]
Wait. Uh-- pronouns? Y'give 'em t'me instead of... [ well, gender? Because Perrin, too, had noticed it was hard to tell a Pokemons' gender by just seeing them, or listening to their voice. Then again, he was the Dragonite walking around with what, to those who knew them, would know were top surgery scars. ]