Rollo sighs for the nth time that day as you grab his hand and drag him around Fleur City yet again. It's that special time of the year when the city holds its special festival. Despite residing in the city, the festival never grew to become boring.

He has to rely on his reflexes to dodge any individuals just to match your quick pace. At this point, he's become accustomed to it.

"You're going to choke." His voice is muffled by his purple handkerchief as you quickly enjoy your croissant.