The only ones who take the time to properly stare are the children, eyes wide at the man hunched over the curb and the Furfrou beside him. A few tugged at their parents' hands only to be held back, their thinking him homeless or mad or both clear in their brisk stride and the way they refused to look at him.
A very few looked up from N long enough to give a start at Wulfric through the glass storefront, the bulky gym leader out of place among the distinguished Furfrou owners milling about the salon, most either chittering with each other or regarding Wulfric with fascinated, unapologetic gazes.
He's perfectly content to stay where he is, focusing back on the groomer standing in front of him. He mentally chided himself; rather rude of him, he supposed, letting his attention drift so obviously. She seems not to mind, though.
"-and they loved the cold, still do. Once they retired, though, it was just too much of a hassle, having to make their way south through all that snow and Mt. Coronet to get to other towns, you know?" She tilted her head at him, continuing at his sympathetic nod.
"So they moved here and I came with them- I visit them over the weekend. They speak very highly of you, you know, especially after you helped them move in!" It doesn't surprise him- her aunts are the most recent addition to Snowbelle City, an elderly pair who settled in remarkably quick to the laid-back atmosphere that accompanied the town.
The equivalent of a small riot occurred as N finally walked in, blatant whispers breaking out as N delicately maneuvered around several of the ladies loitering about before finding his way to Wulfric.
He notices with some alarm that his companion has found himself another Furfrou while Wulfric wasn't looking. It seems interested in Honey, sniffing at her paws as she ignores him, steadfast. She delivers the same treatment to the other Furfrou in the salon, eyes turned up and away from the others, who eye her-and her newfound partner- in disdain.
Rather than properly approach the sales clerk at the counter, N simply shows the brochure to the groomer, rough hands contrasting starkly to the embossed lettering as he squinted down at it.
"Honey will have the La Reine trim," he states, unintentionally mispronouncing the words, "and.." he frowned momentarily, turning to the other Furfrou and growling at him. The Pokemon yelped back and N gave a deep nod, what seemed an apology spilling from his lips in a light whine.
"Baxter," he continues, "will have a Pharaoh cut."
The folks around them have stopped even trying to hide their confusion, several stepping closer in an attempt to better see what to them must be quite a spectacle. Wulfric, quite used to this by now, simply nods to the girl when she glanced up at him for confirmation, unsure of what to do.
With a loud sigh, he walks over to the cashier, glancing back long enough to see N hovering around the stand as Baxter hops up excitedly, squirming with delight. He recognizes him now as the Furfrou from the streets- they'd seen him on their way their, jogging about gaily on North Street by itself. Wulfric had allowed N to speak with him for only a few moments, already having learned that if he allowed the man to start up a conversation, he'd go at it for hours.
Wulfric thinks after it's all done and paid for that he's never seen Honey act quite so... young, even briefly playing with Baxter before tossing her head back, tail wagging furiously.
N, for once, seems quite satisfied, grinning openly at the two before allowing Wulfric a brief smile; a rare occurrence in his time spent with Wulfric. He grinned back, chuckling, shaking his head in mock exasperation despite the strange happiness lighting itself up inside him.