On a walk, you notice someone strikingly familiar.

You’ve seen them before—You don’t know them, haven’t talked to them, but you feel like they’re …Important?

You walk up and ask them their name…

Jirachi laughs in your face, like your question was the stupidest thing in the entire world. He nearly falls off the bench he’s sitting on. The quiet, peaceful and sunny atmosphere of the area was interrupted by the legendary’s cackling. He sighed softly, wiping away an invisible tear from his eye.

“Oh, come on! Are mortals seriously this uneducated nowadays?”

He snorted, shaking his head. He was mildly offended, even underneath all of his giggles.

“…It’s Jirachi, mortal. You seriously had no idea? Tch.”

He huffed, taking out a pack of cigarettes. He grabbed one of the few left and lit it, sticking it inbetween his lips.