- Pronoun
- they or she
In the foyer of the Dome, through massive sliding doors and practically gleaming with light, a pair of businessmon were talking frankly.
"Well, I could be persuaded," buzzed the smooth, sardonic voice of a Rotom-possessed deskfan. "You know how these things are, my good 'mon."
"Ah, yes – it is you whom I must elect to move," replied a Weezing wearing a pair of stovepipe hats. He chuckled magnanimously. "You may maintain your affect in the press to your heart's content, if indeed you do have one, but don't think you can dazzle me, sir!"
"All the same—"
And so it continued. These were Fae-Weezing Douglas Dunsmuir and Rotom Howard Sparkwright, accompanied by a handful of aides, secretaries and bodyguards, keeping enough of a distance so as not to crowd them. This was midday, after all – not a time for fights and audiences.
One of the aides, a familiar-looking lapine, turned his head and spotted the Wayfarers as they entered. Lopunny Julius smiled thinly and adjusted his tie and glasses, one eyebrow nearly rising off his head. Here comes trouble, his eyes seemed to say. Perhaps he'd vouch for them?
"Well, I could be persuaded," buzzed the smooth, sardonic voice of a Rotom-possessed deskfan. "You know how these things are, my good 'mon."
"Ah, yes – it is you whom I must elect to move," replied a Weezing wearing a pair of stovepipe hats. He chuckled magnanimously. "You may maintain your affect in the press to your heart's content, if indeed you do have one, but don't think you can dazzle me, sir!"
"All the same—"
And so it continued. These were Fae-Weezing Douglas Dunsmuir and Rotom Howard Sparkwright, accompanied by a handful of aides, secretaries and bodyguards, keeping enough of a distance so as not to crowd them. This was midday, after all – not a time for fights and audiences.
One of the aides, a familiar-looking lapine, turned his head and spotted the Wayfarers as they entered. Lopunny Julius smiled thinly and adjusted his tie and glasses, one eyebrow nearly rising off his head. Here comes trouble, his eyes seemed to say. Perhaps he'd vouch for them?