[Nothing about this place isn't completely insane, but being able to go and do whatever you want isn't such a bad deal. Even if the Unclean Ones here (exceptionally clean as they might actually be) are several times over more alien than anything Walter ever met in the gloomy kingdom beneath Mikado.
Traveling with demons (shut up they're demons) is, in and of itself, a rather liberating experience. Blue skies overhead, green grass beneath your feet, creatures of unimaginable power at your side, no obligations but to enjoy yourself thoroughly, some kid wav-
-oh, hey.
Walter still can't treat foreigners as naturally as he'd speak with one of his own countrymen, but if someone's trying to get his attention he's not going to ignore them. The young man turns, hands in his pockets, his Houndoom and Golduck stopping at his heels. After a moment, he returns the wave, strolling a few paces off the path and calling out a casual greeting.]
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Traveling with demons (shut up they're demons) is, in and of itself, a rather liberating experience. Blue skies overhead, green grass beneath your feet, creatures of unimaginable power at your side, no obligations but to enjoy yourself thoroughly, some kid wav-
-oh, hey.
Walter still can't treat foreigners as naturally as he'd speak with one of his own countrymen, but if someone's trying to get his attention he's not going to ignore them. The young man turns, hands in his pockets, his Houndoom and Golduck stopping at his heels. After a moment, he returns the wave, strolling a few paces off the path and calling out a casual greeting.]
Hoy, there.