AZ was thankful Alola rarely got cold. It certainly got too hot and muggy sometimes, but it beat the chill. It gave him an opportunity to put a little less wear on a bulk of his clothing, which he had very neatly and carefully folded and put away into his backpack for the time being. AZ pulled a loose length of rope from his bag, carefully pushing his overly long hair back so he could tie it and keep it out of his face.
“Floette, stay close,” he chided as the fairy chirped and moved from one flower to the next, gleefully making her way down the walkway from potter to potter. Floette looked back to him before letting out a whistle. She darted back to him when the giant of a man moved to take a seat in the sand that extended out just a few feet from where he had set his bag. With a content sigh, AZ flopped back, letting out a yawn. The sun felt nice. Floette cooed and circled around her companion, dipping down to pick up sea shells before dropping them on AZ. Floette whistled and moved to grab a few flowers from one of the potters, and AZ idly wondered if he should just nap there on the beach. A busier part of town, but it couldn’t hurt...