/headdesk
[So. There is a Looker, standing on the beach with his hands on his hips, looking down at the sand curiously. He glances at his surroundings, before taking a pair of sunglasses from his belt.]
So the grains in the sand aren't as fine as Sunyshore's... but the plants aren't indigenous to any portion of Sinnoh.
Looks like this old dog...
[He slips on his glasses.]
...has been run out of his territory.
So the grains in the sand aren't as fine as Sunyshore's... but the plants aren't indigenous to any portion of Sinnoh.
Looks like this old dog...
[He slips on his glasses.]
...has been run out of his territory.