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"Oh, lunch!" Shiron beamed, rubbing his belly. Cabot had a point. "Yeah, I don't mind that. I'm hungry too, to be honest. Let's go!" <><><><><><><><>

Shiron merely nodded at the story, his eyes getting increasignly wider, even sparkling a bit. He smiled, opening his mouth wide. "That's... cool! Well, except the part about capturing Pleo. But it's nice that you're trying to help him!"

Shiron blinked. "Uh? Yeah, yeah. That's about it. He was a human back home, and the only... real friend I had." "And... what about Pleo? How do you two know each other?"

"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...

Pudle honestly seemed like a nice... not guy, whatever it was. And this conversation went better than Shiron thought it would be. He smiled, a genuine one. Shiron held his fist into the air as well, connecting it with Puddle's. He nodded, still sporting the smile. "Right! Thanks, Puddle. I...

"Well, yeah? It's kinda what came to mind once I decided to become better," Shiron shrugged. He sat down again, whining. "It's... my decision. I don't want to be useless anymore. I want to believe in myself, become stronger, help my friends! The entire team, the planet... their lives are...

"Well... I need to get stronger if I'm gonna help. It's a promise!" Shiron lifted up his arm, taking a deep breath. "I think the next step should be to evolve. Not entirely sure how I'm gonna do that, but... I'll try it. That way, I can help the team!"

Oh, that was right. And God, Shiron had heard that thing so, so many times. It almost wasn't a real word from the million times someone told him those exact words. "Thanks," Shiron sighed, looking down and clenching his fist again. "It's just something I'm used to, my parents kinda... fucked me...

"S-Sorry, spoke too much, didn't I?" Shiron frowned, realizing what happened. Puddle was right, they barely knew each other. "I get that. How we used all our pledges at once. Honestly, I'm a bit proud of that, and rescuing Vix? She didn't need to thank me, that's just what friends do!" Except...

Shiron clenched his fist, grabbing some of the dirt. "I get it. I get that, I know it isn't my fault, or anyone's fault!" He let go, panting and shivering. Not really ready to talk about that. Not right now. Shiron did it anyway. "It's just that this isn't the first time I watched a friend...

Shiron sat down on the grass, sighing. Oh boy, that was not the question he expected. Anything could be better than... that. Hiding his emotions was something he was used to for so long, so Shiron simply looked down. "I'm... fine. Other than two mental breakdowns in such a short period of...

Talking with Saltriv... helped somewhat. But to be honest, Shiron wasn't really feeling like talking with his familiar right now, and a walk seemed good enough for him. It could be distracting, really. He strolled on the area, until he saw something. Something he recognized. It was... Puddle...