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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.
Juan stepped forward, and in rough Unovian he spoke softly, “Excuse me- Do..you speak Kalosian..?”













