He lets his mind wander momentarily, choosing to focus on the staccato drumming of the rain on the roof, choosing to focus on that rather than ponder the absurdity of the request. It didn't surprise him in the least though - the Prof' had always been one to place a focus on profit first... sometimes, a touch too eagerly.
As if sensing his mood, Winston edged closer protectively, and he reflexively reached down to scratch him behind the ears.
It's business. Nothing personal. Nothing's ever personal with the Prof.
Massaging his temples as if to grind away his ill humor, he fishes his wallet from a jacket pocket, unceremoniously plonking down a tight wad of notes. Forcing the ill-humor of being browbeaten into buying his own research supplies from his mind with a defeated slump, he manages something of an even tone as he forces a tired grin.
"Not exactly how I intended to be spending my first paycheck, Doc. Take the Pokedex, Antidote and a case of supplies."
Retrieving a worn police notebook from his breast pocket in a practiced motion, he jots down a basic outline of the Prof's instructions, taking special care to underline "Telperion University" and "Professor Quickbeam" before unceremoniously stuffing it back and unslinging the grotty, stained hiking pack from his shoulder.
Limping to a side table to secure his gear, Winston, trots along behind him, the clicking footsteps of claws on concrete barely audible across the room through the drumming rain.
As if sensing his mood, Winston edged closer protectively, and he reflexively reached down to scratch him behind the ears.
It's business. Nothing personal. Nothing's ever personal with the Prof.
Massaging his temples as if to grind away his ill humor, he fishes his wallet from a jacket pocket, unceremoniously plonking down a tight wad of notes. Forcing the ill-humor of being browbeaten into buying his own research supplies from his mind with a defeated slump, he manages something of an even tone as he forces a tired grin.
"Not exactly how I intended to be spending my first paycheck, Doc. Take the Pokedex, Antidote and a case of supplies."
Retrieving a worn police notebook from his breast pocket in a practiced motion, he jots down a basic outline of the Prof's instructions, taking special care to underline "Telperion University" and "Professor Quickbeam" before unceremoniously stuffing it back and unslinging the grotty, stained hiking pack from his shoulder.
Limping to a side table to secure his gear, Winston, trots along behind him, the clicking footsteps of claws on concrete barely audible across the room through the drumming rain.
