Proton is fantastic at this interacting with the public thing, apparently. He considers making further raspberry noises at the kid, but she cuts herself off after a bit. Thankfully. There’s no way this infant actually managed to become champion or take down anybody, Proton refuses to believe that. She’s probably just some stupid kid with her parents’ pokemon trying to make a scene. Arceus. How annoying.
“Gonna go an’ cry back to your own mama that somebody hurt your poor little feelings?”
“Doesn’t matter who ya think you are. You’re not allowed to scream at me.”
“Not allowed to scream at you, you say? I disagree with you, sir!” oh no, Alex was not the kind of girl who backed down to when anyone told her she couldn’t do something.
“I am she who brought the whole of Kalos salvation when destruction waited at her noble doorsteps! It was I who conquered the Eight Gyms, the League, and emerged victorious over Diantha! She who battled Team Flare and emerged holding the sun with her own two hands! If you tell me I cannot do something, I shall defy it to the bitter end! For I am no ta lady who runs to her father for aid when she is upset or defied, for such things are beneath a Champion!”
She pointed a finger right at him, still screaming. “So do not think for even a moment you can disregard me and give me orders, sir!”
