John, a 19-year-old charmeleon, shifted his backpack from one shoulder to the other and gave out a rather tremendous yawn, showing off a mouthful of sharp teeth. He'd been walking since four that morning, and just now at noon he was finally at his destination: Ecruteak City. The town had enough history to have its own museum, but that wasn't the reason he was here. John's thoughts were disrupted momentarily as his stomach gurgled, and he blushed as he give his slightly rounded belly a pat as if to reassure it that there were restaraunts ahead. Then he thought of the reason he'd come here...
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