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All day, Juan had been anxiously walking around the hotel. He’d felt particularly lonely without his Pidgeot to be there, or to fly with him. Flying in the skies with his beloved Lyn always calmed him down. All around him were people who spoke and wrote Galarian, and not Kalosian. While he was familiar with Unovian and Galarian, his mind was going blank with how nervous he was.  

..No! The brown-haired ranger spotted a woman. She looked nice, and he was going to gather enough courage to go to her and ask where the professor’s home or office was. 

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“You sure that you’re not a coordinator or somethin’? I get the vibe from you. You’ve got such a cute smile!”

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As it had been for the past two years, Colby made his way back to Vaniville Town when he noticed Christmas drawing nearer. But rather than flying this time around on the back of his Pidgeot, Trill, he was close enough to walk. The fact that Kalos’ Leage pretty much circled around the region was rather convenient that way. Only a couple hours and he was marching through the light layer of snow on the way to his dad’s house, an eager Flareon at his side.

Once he had returned home, exchanging greetings and warm hugs with Eli Rydinger, Colby set himself down to start a fire and warm up after hours walking through the cold.

One decent thawing of his fingers and toes later, he was settled on the couch. Cola was spread across the hearth, soaking up excess heat which he’d store like an electric blanket for hours later. 

It was very quiet, aside from the crackling of the fire and the distant typing of the computer coming from his dad’s office. Colby reached down into his bag by the foot of the sofa and fished out his Holocaster. It had been a long while since he’d spent much time with anyone, and there was someone he really missed seeing in particular lately.

((HE’S FREAKING GUILTY AS CHARGED.

Ohoho, here’s a riddle for you, dearie.

“We’re almost ready, guys.”

Colby walked into the Snowbelle Pokemon Center, dusting off the usual coating of ice particles that accumulated on his sweater and hair. Cola and Roz followed him in, the Flareon’s heat having dissipated any snow on his coat and the Heracross not caring one way or the other about the snow on her shell.

“I think we’ll be able to take the gym in just a couple days,” he said, briefly taking off his scarf to shake it out. Wrapping it back around his neck, he recalled his Heracross and placed her ball on the tray for the Nurse at the desk to take care of.

He tiredly trudged to one of the lobby couches, flopping onto it gratefully. Cola hopped up beside him, helping to warm his trainer’s legs.