7 pm
It took him longer than he had expected, some of the apples in the trees close by looked particularly inviting, but RMA had finally made his way over to the Town Hall, with three pieces of stationary Nick had slipped inconspicuously in one of his pockets, ready to write and send the most useless letters he'd ever been forced to write, and judging by the crap his mother had him sending friends and relatives every holiday, that was saying something. Opening the door, he was greeted, not by the jubilant and friendly Pelipper from last time, but a rather grouchy, scornful and irate looking one.
"What in the world are you supposed to be?" The disgruntled looking Pokemon grumbled at the sight of the still relatively new villager "gracing" her presence, a reaction RMA was now expecting out of anyone new.
"Doesn't really matter does it? Listen, I got a few letters I need delivered. You take them?"
"Well, I'd better hope so, this is a post office, in case you couldn't see the sign on the carpet."
"...Could you just take them? I'll try not to waste your time any longer."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." The clerk grumbled, aggressively snatching the letters away from the human's hand. Inside each of the three letters was a simple, and pathetic message:
To: Dwayna, Rex, Ren
From: Mr.RMA
You don't really need me to remind you, but, come to Nick's...
Not pretty, but it would get him off that swindler's back for now at least. Not willing to spend any more time with the buzz kill standing in front of him, RMA swiftly turned 'round and
walked out of the Town Hall, eating one of the apples he had taken earlier in the process.