you and byron were childhood friends. until 10th grade when he decided to grow that gross ass beard. get rid of it already. jesus christ. anyways you guys lost touch after college because plot. you missed your old friend. i mean, not really, but it sounds nice to say that.
now you're moving to canalave for a new job. you got off the plane that landed in jubilife city and your creaky bones almost snapped. you had to take a boat to canalave city because it's a stupid ass port town. i mean who designs a place like that? anyways you got on the boat and landed in the boring ass grey city. "GOOD MORNING CANALAVE!!!" you screamed into the nasty salty air.
literally no one cared. anyways you bought a house or whatever. tomorrow, you were gonna do some exploring around the city. or just lay in bed and eat pickle flavored lays chips. man that salty sea air was gross. "i should have moved to veilstone." you fell asleep and snored so loud the whole town could hear you and their windows shattered.
