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“Oh man, that’s old school right there! I ‘avent seen a tripod like that in a couple years now!” A pause from the almost over enthusiastic gym leader. A pause as they cough and regather themself. “Ahem. Sorry. What brings ye to Hammerlocke? Tourism i take it? I can’t show you the vault but i can tour you around the backstreets and up to some high nifty places if you wanna take a commemorative shot.”

What’s a kid doing walking around Hammerlocke all on their own? Sure, it wasn’t known to be a *dangerous* city by nearly any means, aside from the wild area and the pokemon on its surrounding routes of course, but it was still strange. Especially because they seemed to be looking about, as if lost. Carefully, the gym leader approached with a whistle. “Hey, you rite over ‘ere? ‘avin trouble findin tha train station er pokecenter?”

“Hey kid. Tha’ dragonair ye got? It’s scales are a beaut. Really shows how well you’ve been takin’ care o’ it.” A pause from the foreigner as they pulled to stand back up to full height from a slouch before. A breath, then polite tone. “What’s yer name? I’m Raihan, kind of a big deal round Galar. Makes it hard to train in peace.” 

"No love, not at all. It’s not like I came home splattered in blood on purpose. I could attempt to do the laundry again if you really want me to?" He grinned at her then, knowing she would deny that right off the bat. Last time he’d ruined plenty of clothes.