[It’s a pretty nice day, so Mayday is sitting outside still, on a bench not far from where she took the selfie. She seems to be going over a small notebook.
If James approaches, the tall, dog-like pokemon with her will take half a step in front of her defensively. At this, she’ll look up from her studying and offer a half-interested raise of the eyebrows and a smirk.]
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If James approaches, the tall, dog-like pokemon with her will take half a step in front of her defensively. At this, she’ll look up from her studying and offer a half-interested raise of the eyebrows and a smirk.]
Oy. How’s it going?
[Her voice sounds vaguely Galarian.]