"I'm from Alola, so 't's a bunch of small islands. The bigger ones c'n take a few days trip to cross, but most 'f them don't, so the Pokécenters 're always nearby. Most I've camped out was lookin' for Grumpy," [He nods at the little gremlin ahead of them, his diminutive club rattling along the walls as they walk.] "An' it was all clear skies for a week. The stars were gorgeous that high on the mountain!"
[Puppy takes that moment to leap back onto their path, tail wagging in his excitement, as he dances, quick paws thudding on the ground. Esteban has a split-second to go] "Brace y'rself!" [just before a gargantuan head slams, with relative gentleness, into Harry's chest, causing a squeak of protest from Punk still tucked inside his hoodie.]
[Esteban has an arm stretched out to help the teenager endure the assault, as Puppy nudges and moves around the two trainers with the heavy pressure of a giant dog claiming affection just before he runs off again, returning to his game of tag. There's a snicker that escapes the redhead as his starter bounds away again, relazing after the attack.]
"See? Yours 're so much better b'haved." [He laughs again, unable to contain it. He can't even say he's sorry, when it came from such an obvious delight.]
I'm back! A bit earlier than I thought!
"D'you have t' carry y'r camping gear everywhere?" [He probably does, doesn't he?]
"I'm from Alola, so 't's a bunch of small islands. The bigger ones c'n take a few days trip to cross, but most 'f them don't, so the Pokécenters 're always nearby. Most I've camped out was lookin' for Grumpy," [He nods at the little gremlin ahead of them, his diminutive club rattling along the walls as they walk.] "An' it was all clear skies for a week. The stars were gorgeous that high on the mountain!"
[Puppy takes that moment to leap back onto their path, tail wagging in his excitement, as he dances, quick paws thudding on the ground. Esteban has a split-second to go] "Brace y'rself!" [just before a gargantuan head slams, with relative gentleness, into Harry's chest, causing a squeak of protest from Punk still tucked inside his hoodie.]
[Esteban has an arm stretched out to help the teenager endure the assault, as Puppy nudges and moves around the two trainers with the heavy pressure of a giant dog claiming affection just before he runs off again, returning to his game of tag. There's a snicker that escapes the redhead as his starter bounds away again, relazing after the attack.]
"See? Yours 're so much better b'haved." [He laughs again, unable to contain it. He can't even say he's sorry, when it came from such an obvious delight.]