Under literally any other circumstances, in any other geographical location, Dirk would have absolutely turned around and walked away.
If he didn't ditch the Applin, he'd certainly have left the guy. His assessment would have been that getting himself in an unwinnable position was a learning experience for the other guy.
But this is Route 8, and Dirk is technically a Saffron City gym leader in (theoretically) good standing, which is a position he occupies very much on purpose, and this man's costume is very, very familiar.
So he won't simply ditch this man and his extremely optimistic Applin. He can't, not in good conscience, not even in the theoretical conscience he makes up to follow when his actual conscience is inconvenient at the moment.
Instead, he stands by the base of the tree beneath where the offending branch connects to the trunk, looking up.
"Having a moment is actually my job right now, so yes. I do."
He reasseses the situation and finds it exactly as stupid as he did twenty seconds ago. Hermes earns an audible sigh.
"I don't know how the hell you got yourself like that, but what exactly is it you want me to do for you here? Just asking."
He is not going to catch this guy in his arms like a tattooed Tuxedo Mask saving his probably-centuries-old damsel.
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If he didn't ditch the Applin, he'd certainly have left the guy. His assessment would have been that getting himself in an unwinnable position was a learning experience for the other guy.
But this is Route 8, and Dirk is technically a Saffron City gym leader in (theoretically) good standing, which is a position he occupies very much on purpose, and this man's costume is very, very familiar.
So he won't simply ditch this man and his extremely optimistic Applin. He can't, not in good conscience, not even in the theoretical conscience he makes up to follow when his actual conscience is inconvenient at the moment.
Instead, he stands by the base of the tree beneath where the offending branch connects to the trunk, looking up.
"Having a moment is actually my job right now, so yes. I do."
He reasseses the situation and finds it exactly as stupid as he did twenty seconds ago. Hermes earns an audible sigh.
"I don't know how the hell you got yourself like that, but what exactly is it you want me to do for you here? Just asking."
He is not going to catch this guy in his arms like a tattooed Tuxedo Mask saving his probably-centuries-old damsel.