"Hey. Mister Giovanni. What's your reaction to Alolan Persian"
Alolan Persian. Giovanni’s lip curled into an expression of distaste. “I find it inferior,” he said, glancing down at his Persian. She seemed to return his offended expression. “In every way.” Alolans clearly had terrible taste if they truly considered it so ‘beautiful.’ Persian in their natural form were already flawless—the off-color fur and round face only detracted from that perfection. Alola could keep the things.








