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"He kinda talks like my best friend back home," Shiron answered. "...Although he's a Lucario, for some reason?"

"Honestly, sometimes I wish I could visit some of you guys' worlds! I'm sure there's some fun places to be." The Swampert then looked at Pleo. "Oh, yeah, I do. He's not around, though," Shiron scratched his chin. "Might be at my house?"

Shiron nodded as he listened to the explanation, deciding not to talk much and just pay attention. All that talk of legendaries and unhabitable places was interesting, of course. "Oh! That kinda sounds like where I come from!" He beamed. "Well, except for the whole thing about the legendaries...

Shiron frowned. "...Not really? My parents weren't exactly good ones, never letting me get out of the house, I barely had friends back home. The only one I had only became my friend because I ran away from home." The Swampert grumbled. "...That's too sad, I think. What about you? What's your...

"Oh, starting with the big questions, I see," Shiron smiled at Pleo and nodded. "It's, uh... different? I can't exactly say I was the role model for humans, since my parents barely allowed me to go out. Not... fun." He grumbled. Was that too harsh? Probably. "W-Well, it's weird. Back home, most...

"I'm doing good! I think..." Shiron frowned, and then looked at Pleo with a smile. "You could say that, yeah. Wanted to take a walk, and then I ran into you guys! Which is nice, since I kinda, uh, wanted to know you two better, I just never had the time for it."

"...Great day, huh?" Shiron walked into the park, deciding not to spend so much time sulking anymore. Besides, the fresh air did him good. Or that's what his therapist told him. The Swampert walked on two legs, never liking the idea of going quadrupedal. Then he heard the duo talking to...

"...You're all welcome to try," Shiron muttered, looking at nowhere in particular. Might as well indulge them.

"...Honestly, I just want to stop feeling this upset," Shiron sighed, rubbing his arm. "I should probably find some booze to drink. It'll make me better."

"...Does it look like I'm alright?" Shiron lashed out, panting. He regretted that action soon after, and backed away from the two. Yes, Vix would come back. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

Having a friend die once was painful enough. Having it happen again? He couldn't describe it without making a mess of his own thoughts. So instead, Shiron decided to let his brain run on auto-pilot and do what brains do in this situation: sulk. The mud fish threw himself in bed, grumbling and...

Lance blushed even more, and looked to the right. "...That was romantic, yes. And I enjoy you too."

"Glad you enjoy it, I guess?" Lance blinked, and gave him a wide grin.

"...Uh, a superpower?" Lance cringed at himself. "S-Sorry. Meggie mentioned that's what some humans called this type of thing."

Lance only hugged him tighter, embracing the sheer amount of floof that fox had. His tail was wagging much faster now, and Lance barked in excitement. "...I don't honestly believe in magic, but I'll take it."

"You dork..." Lance barked happily, wagging his tail even more. "It's... it's nice. You're like a body-sized pillow, or a chair, since I'm sitting on your lap..."

"Look, Kora... it's fine. He won't hurt me anymore, I've made sure of that." Lance nodded again, sitting on Kora's lap and hugging him. "And... thank you for being with me. I mean it."

Lance frowned, almost fuming at the idea. "...Kora, it's not you." He shrugged. His tail swished in frustration, and he looked down. "I'm not... sure why I'm having them now. Maybe I didn't fully put it behind me. Definetely not because of you, though. I really like your company."

Lance nodded. He pointed to the scar on his chest and grumbled. "I-I got this there. My captor forced me to fight a Houndoom." He winced, ears drooping at the question. He forced himself to answer it. "Sort of. After a whole month had passed, my captor just... threw me away. He threw me into...

Lance blushed, slowly wagging his tail. "Uh... s-sure. Sure, I can talk about it." It had been too long, so why did it still hurt? "...I got kidnapped as a kid. When I was eight."