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"W-Why do people like fighting so much...?" Nervousness aside, that was also an easy question. "Notorious criminal! I don't really think I'm strong enough to fight a deity."

All the shenanigans looked cool, apart from all the fighting, Shiron never understood why they liked fighting so much. ...Oh boy, what a question. Just thinking about it made his stomach twist into a knot. Not that he didn't know the answer; Shiron had a pretty good idea. It was just hard to...

"C-Cool question." Shiron thought about it. As a human, he was used to walking on two legs. As a Marshtomp, that was still the case. But when he evolved... Swampert could walk both ways. "...T-Two legs. I'm used to it."

Shiron rubbed his eyes, yawning a little. "That was a good nap... I don't even think sleeping on the ground is that bad." Oh, and it was snowing, except not really? Neat. Well, now he missed his scarf even more, but that was okay. "Lemme see... I can think of a cool prompt!" Probably.

"H-Huh? Neat, I come from that kinda world too. I mean, I was a human, then I died..." Shiron gulped. "But I got better! X-Xerneas gave me a second chance. Before that, I was a human. I don't really wanna come back, though. Being a Marshtomp feels... right."

The small talk about humans and their role in saving the world got his attention, but Shiron ignored that, since... well, the one who summoned him never mentioned something like that. Besides, there was the dare thing. About kissing. I'd never do it! Maybe with him... haha, no, of course not...

"Why is there always kissing in these kinds of games...?" Shiron muttered. "Well, I guess it is an embarrassing thing to do."

"...I like hot chocolate with marshmallows on top. It's very sweet, but I'm kinda spoiled on that department." Shiron tapped his stomach. "I have a big tab on the local bakery, hah..."

"I dunno enough about Lycanroc to say..." Shiron muttered. "But you don't look old. Maybe, I dunno. There's this old Houndoom back home, but he does look old."

Oh God this was really happening. He continued to beam, eyes sparkling as he slowly shook her wing. "I'm Shiron, I'm from Lilycove! Or... I was, but I don't live there anymore. Anyway, it's a pleasure, ma'am!"

Shiron heard it, processing it. Both common names, but together? Steven and Wallace. The Steven and Wallace? From Hoenn? His region? His eyes sparkled. "E-Excuse me! You know them?! I-I'm from Hoenn, and I always wanted to meet them!"

"Uh... I'm good, don't worry, mister Lee." He could at least think of a prompt.

"I-I was just trying to be respectful!" Quick, something to distract himself. "...Variant. Like how there's ghost-type Marowak." Shiron grimaced. God, he remembered all the classes on variants. Ice Vulpix, ice Sandshrew, that weird Wheezing with hats... "W-Well, that's what my parents...

"...Huh, that old? I'm nineteen." Shiron said. Now he felt like a baby, and also wondered how much nineteen was in Marshtomp years. Maybe they were the same. Still, that Lycanroc didn't look old, maybe Shiron should ask what skin treatment he was using. "Oh well, you look really, err...

"...Cool. I doubt this is a dream, since I mostly dream of cakes." And that dork serving them, but that was too much. "But still, wherever this is, I like the place."

"Uh... I dunno, got used to this. Being a Marshtomp is fun, and I'm strong. Not ready to change anything just yet..." Shiron smiled. Overall, he was happier this way.

"Sounds cool." Shiron beamed. "Oh... I can try." He considered something, watching a show through the window. There was a pose? Shiron extended his left arm to the side, clenched the fist in his right one, putting it closer to his stomach. "Trans...form? Hm, I dunno. I like being a...

Shiron looked up, doing his best to hide a blush. That was, not at all. "H-Hi..." He turned to see the space shifting. Weird. "Huh... I don't know, but it's odd."

"Puppy..." Shiron held back the urge to pet this overgrown puppy, both because he was a little scary and because being a Pokémon now made it weirder.

"I-I think saying that is a little... too much? No?" Shiron fiddled with his fingers. This weird Pokémon was weirding him out. He should think of a truth. Or a funny dare. There. That was better. Shiron smiled, proud of himself.