Aleksander's father let out a low snort laugh, amused at smirk on the approaching Ranger's face. The older male minded his own business though, and went back about doodling on a slip of paper boredly. Uneventful days, hooray...

Aleks, in the meantime, lifted up his head and returned to a normal position in a snap, eyes turning towards the person offering their hand towards him. He blinked the fatigue from his eyes and nodded quickly, taking her hand to stand up. "Sorry. Yea. Er. Just got off my shift, actually." He rubbed the back of his head and thought for a second.

"Aleksander. Most everyone calls me Aleks." He explained with a quiet nod. The tall man silently observed the person in front of him. They were definitely a ranger, yes, but unlike him, they had their vest off and was wearing a tank top. She was bulkier than him, about the size of Bjarke, impressive really. She also had tattoos decorating him and well... to sum it up, she was unlike anyone he had yet to see, and he had already seen a few eccentric people out there in the fields.

Aleks let out a soft chuckle at the confusion comment, shaking his head. "They already can't spell my name." He continued chuckling, stopping when she mentioned hearing about his family. His father nodded back to her and returned to his doodles, long legs somehow finding a comfortable position, despite the awkwardness of the seat he was in.

"Ah. Really? W well." He took a breath and nodded towards Alex, giving a light bow of his head. "Thank you. That's actually... really nice to know." For a while, he was doubting how well he was actually performing in the fields. He always assumed that his own skill level at things were far surpassed by other rangers because of their experience compared to his own. To hear it from someone else was good, reassuring that he did have skill. He always just played off what Bjarke and Freja said, but he didn't want to outwardly turn down a compliment from this stranger. She looked like she could give him a hell of a fight if she wanted to.

His face though, lit up a bright red when she mentioned his sleeping position. His father had starting laughing, dropping his head onto the table and smacking his hand against it. "I I well I." He was at a lost, entirely flustered. But even he was trying to stifle chuckles threatening to come forth. He wound up laughing though, his dad's cackling contagious. "Well. Dad always said, if you got it, flaunt it." He was hardly able to keep it together to get that sentence out, and as soon as he did, his dad started laughing even harder than he had before.

The chain effect continued, Alek's shoulders now bouncing more as he chuckled off the blush. His long and flexible body allowed for him to stretch into varying positions. All of which, his brother and sister pick apart and make fun of him for. The other ranger's expression helped the situation considerably though, allowing him to laugh off the embarassment.

"So. I'm guessing today is a day off for you?" She couldn't possibly be there to relieve Vilfred of his shift, his father had just gotten here to let Aleks off the hook. He still smiled some as he asked, an occasional aftershock of chuckles threatening to surface.

"A-L-E-K-S-A-N-D-E-R" He clarified with a nod. Though he did notice her looking him up and down, the red creeping back into his face at the drop of a pen. He coughed and looked back at his dad, his face turning back to the level it was at when she first embarrassed him. He was laughing, but he was also awfully embarrassed.

"Oh no I'm fine really." He spoke out quickly, hiding his face in his hands as he laughed. At this point, the rangers stand was at horrible danger of being, ironically, the loudest stand at the festival. Vilfred had his head down on the desk, body bouncing as he laughed even harder. He could practically feel his son's embarrassment rolling off of him and filling the air.

When it all died down though, Aleks pulled his face free of his hands and looked back to Alex. "Ah, it seems you're enjoying yourself too. Good." He spoke with a smirk, referencing the numerous jokes being made towards his sleeping postions. He nodded to the ranger jacket but wound up shaking his head. "No, we haven't gotten any interest for sign-ups save for a couple of children. Which, we can't blame people, this is a festival and this stand does serve more purposes than just recruitment." If anything, they were just offering recruitment information.

He looked to his dad, who was now standing up and shaking hands with a little kid that looked absolutely blasted away by the size of the Ranger before him. Even the parents had a shocked look on their face as they looked about the three Rangers at the stand. Since he was facing their direction, Aleks gave a small wave before turning back to Alex. "Outside of being sent out to make sure the strange sightings in the sky aren't causing trouble though, the festival has been nice. Crowd control for the Pokemon roaming the alleys has been relatively light."

He wasn't used to these kinds of events anyways. There was never anything this big, that they attended, back home. Their little village was quiet, and there were few loud celebrations through the year. The last thing you wanted to do was upset the livestock.

"And I'm known for being a bit shy about these things. It's fine." He waved it off, his hands resting by his sides for only a moment before he felt his face turn red all over again. At this rate, he was gonna pass out or cause a seizure in someone with all the color changing he was doing.

She was still messing with him though, and as embarrassing as it was, it was still funny. He just couldn't be uptight about that. He laughed a little more and nodded to let her know that he had heard the apology. "I'll hold you to it." He said with a grin, watching her stare at him again, his face still slightly red, bringing out the freckles against his tan skin.

"Things in the sky, yea. I haven't seen it myself either, it's kind of a bummer to be searching for something that might not even be real." He shook his head, looking down at the top of his boots before looking back at Alex as she spoke about being called over by people. "Right? We don't have the authority to interfere with disputes like that. We're for natural disasters, wild pokemon and wildnerness rescue. Rangers not Police." He said the last bit with a sigh and shook his head.

"We can't help everyone, as much as it sucks." With another sigh, he watched as the family walked away and his dad flopped back down, the chair creaking dangerously under the weight of the giant. "I just put the jacket underneath me, on my Mudsdale's saddle, and ride him away. I don't know too much about these fancy disputes with technology involved either." He looked up at the top of the tent and squinted his eyes. "Though in general, I tend to avoid the city, so it's not often I have to hide the jacket. You should try it." He jabbed at her with a goofy smile.

"Hey. I just said if you got it, flaunt it." He laughed out, motioning to her flexing with a nod. "So exactly." He crossed his arms though and looked back to his Sawsbuck, who was now rising up and looking at the other ranger, finally done with spectating.

"Ugh, we actually just make all our clothes." He admitted, motioning to what he was wearing. "But some of our clothes have to be bought... so yea, it's a struggle, isn't it dad?" He asked Vilfred, earning a low groan from the table where the man was still laying his head on the table, doodling lazily. Aleks chuckled at his father's groan, but blinked when he looked back to see her eyes lit up with excitement.

"Uh... yea. My whole family is bad with technology." He admitted, head tilting to the side. "We're from a small farm town in the mountains, in another region, very far away. There's no name to the place anymore. Some business bought it out from underneath us and we were all forced to move." He spoke calmly. It still shook him up to think they were uprooted so easily after years of tradition, but you had to be able to adapt, simple as that.

"Yea, the... festival is very busy." Feeling his Sawsbuck staring at him, he reached over and placed a hand on the nose of the deer like Pokemon, petting it calmly. "I.... my brother and sister should be in the city somewhere." His head looked over as he heard his father speak up in their native tongue, confirming that they were, but Bjarke kept getting lost. "They are." He confirmed back to Alex, nodding. Maybe she'd get to meet his bull headed brother, Bjarke, they had a similar build, even if Alex was a little taller than his little brother was.

Aleks nodded quietly when she commented on his home. He wasn't going to press on the subject either, but he smiled at the thought of teaching someone how to sew. "Gladly. Self reliance is important." Something all of the farm kids learned as early as they could. It was great to have help, but if you wanted something done right, you did it yourself.

He tilted his head though as she started speaking to his dad. Vilfred lifted his head up, fingers scratching along the scruff on his face as he gave her a smile at her exclamation over their language. He had yet to hear anyone else speak the language, but then again, even the nearest area to their village didn't speak the same language they did. They just assumed it was dying at this point. "Yes. All of my children are... eccentric." He snorted, laughing at Alek's face as he turned to fake indignance at his father, his Sawsbuck turning with him.

"Actually, the other two are younger than him. As well as shorter. Bjarke is six foot two, while the youngest is only five foot three." He was still laughing through his nose. "It depends on your definition of handsome. The two should appear anytime now to start walking back home with Aleksander." It'd be a good time to meet them if they ever found out where the hell they were at.

Bjarke probably got lost again. Aleks looked over to Alex when he heard her clear her throat. "Yea. They are. But with how Bjarke gets lost and sis gets angry about it, it's almost hopeless to actually look for them without being able to track them." At least they had a start on it though. Eventually, Bjarke and Freja should show up. His Sawsbuck continued watching Alex with stoic eyes, trying to figure her out.