Mrs. Yawa and Company

“Sorry! He’s not challenging you, I swear! He’s just friendly!“ He had the feeling he was going to be repeating that a lot until he had a Pokemon he could battle with. It’s not that Ba’ul was weak, Ares just knew that he was a lover and not a fighter.

(( @materialistichedonism​ ))

It’d only been a few weeks since Kaira and Barnaby had escaped to the region of Galar. What luck it’d been that they’d fly in on a Charizard, a Pokemon well-accepted and loved in the area. Dante’s impressive size and strength made it easy to pick up quick paying jobs around the place. Which was what he and his trainer were out doing today, helping to clear a field that had become overgrown with jagged weeds that tore up Bike tires.

The excited sound of a Pokemon approaching spooked Kaira at first, but as she turned to see the Absol, she relaxed. Sometimes it was hard to remember that not every Trainer was a Rocket associate out to try and steal them back.

“It’s fine,” she giggled, kneeling down to greet the Pokemon, “But you should both watch your steps, the vines and weeds out here are sharp. They’ll get caught up in this pretty fur of yours.”

A moment later, Dante appeared, the shiny Charizard circling high above before slowly swooping in and landing. He was carrying a small handful of thick, but not unreasonably large, dry sticks. He looked the Trainer and his Pokemon over, also relaxing as Kaira held her hand out for the Absol to sniff.

“… I’ve heard this place is good from my Little Jewel.” he pointed at the Orange Julius place. 

“But mostly I eat meat…. Pick whatever you would like.” 

Pixie found that quite endearing, that such a large man would have a daughter that he took care off. And the compliment wasn’t lost on her either. If they had been somewhere safer, she might have let her tails show so they could wag.

“That’s sweet that you look after your daughter so well,” she said, nudging with her shoulder for him to approach the Orange Julius stall. She could already see the volunteers looking at them nervously, and offered a smile to try and ease them a bit, “Little Jewel is such a cute little nickname for her, too. I bet she’s beautiful.”

“This way.” he rumbled softly, took a step, and then paused. Thinking about something. What did that Kas do with his Jewel? Oh yes. He looked at Pixie and held out his big burly, talon-ed hand to her. They had to keep up appearances right?

Oh? What’s this? An offered hand? Oddly, Pixie hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took the large man’s hand. Her was completely engulfed in his and she was delighted by that. And the claws? Excellent.

Other Pokemon! She would love to meet them, and her excitement must show in her face.

Lydia was more than eager to help Tatiana figure out how to hold the Sandshrew. Back paws tucked in, tail out so he could easily wag it (which he hadn’t stopped doing since he was picked up), front paws braced against her shoulders. Soft brown eyes looked up so sweetly at Tatiana, chittering as he was held.

“There we go,” she said, with a smile, “You two get to know each other better and I’ll be right back.”

To say Esaias felt awkward was an understatement.  If anything, he was a coward, and not the type to get openly angry.

“It’s hard to think of something that’d make me that angry…” he grumbled.  He was able to get into the pose easy enough, but even with Erebus very eagerly showing him how it was done with his own damn face he wasn’t quite able to get it to not look a little forced.

Cute.