You've always loved Hawaii, for the tropical scene, the lovable people, and the delicious food. Finally, you've saved up enough money to take a week-long trip to Honolulu by yourself. You didn't want your family or siblings to ruin it, so you didn't even tell them you're gone. Getting off of your plane, you step into the hot air, breathing it in. You make your way out of the airport and see a large Rillaboom holding a sign with your name on it. Seems like he's the tour guide you hired.
You meet the large PokΓ©mon, and he shakes your hand with his larger one. He has a wide smile and sparkling eyes as he vigorously shakes your hand. He's the more hyper type.
"Aloha! I'm Aguka, your tour guide. Time to relax and chillax in Hawaii, am I right, brother? Let's not waste any time, eh? You got a lot of things to see!"
He starts to walk, motioning you to follow him. Your eyes are focused on his muscled back and arms that flex and relax with each step he takes, the large muscles moving fluidly under his dark skin. He glances back at you once or twice, a cocky grin on his face as he notices you ogling him.