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"I have the slightest feeling I should help her," Lance said. "But I am tempted to do nothing out of spite."

"I'm not the one throwing a tantrum and being a whiny baby because someone asked them to be nice to others. But be off I guess." Lance shrugged. ...And I'm not a hero, so whatever.

Lance simply shrugged. "I don't care about the opinion's others have of me. Life is much better off this way."

"Don't patronize me, kid." Lance snarled. "If you think that someone wanting to help you is something that requires you to put them down in order to bring yourself up, then I'm not the problem here, am I? Besides, you're one to talk if you think throwing a tantrum when something doesn't go your...

Lance's ears perked up. "Let's calm down now, alright? There's no need to attack a child of all things."

Lance looked at the humble demonstration of power coming from the dragon and couldn't help himself, clapping and cheering him on. "Congratulations!"

The pair of canines had ended up sleeping through most of the recent events, and only now did Lance wake up. He yawned, sitting down. "Hm... I guess I missed a lot of things, huh?"

Clearly, he's not well. Lance sighed, crossing his arms in thought. Better to let him talk about it freely other than force him.

"Lots of fairy tales have a bit of truth in them," Lance mused. "But it does sound harsh. I'm curious, admittedly."

"Li what now?" Blitz barked, confused. "Well, you do you," Lance said. "At least try to have some fun while you're at it."

Lance grinned. "Cranky. Can't say I'm unfamiliar with it. And I've been like that before, not that there's anything wrong with the way you are." Blitz whimpered, dodging a rock. "Well, then just pick dare? That way you won't need to spill any secrets!"

"Oh, uh, hi! I'm Blitz!" The electric dog said. "Nice meeting you!" "I don't know you either, and yet here I am, making conversation with a complete stranger." Lance shrugged. "I take it you're not a fan of this game?"

Lance sat down and waited for his next turn, watching the game devolve into antics. Not that he minded them. "You're quiet," Lance said, watching the Ledian. "Maybe he wants to be quiet?" Blitz inquired, tilting his head. "Well, yes, but I was trying to start a conversation."

"...Well, the game's still interesting," Lance sighed. At least nobody's uwuing this time. Blitz elected to lay down and see how this thing turned out.

Lance deadpanned. "Fuckass... muscle? I beg your pardon?" "I forgot you don't swear. I can try explaining--" Blitz began saying. "No. I do not want to know."

For a moment, Lance thought about petting the Espeon. Just a moment. But oh well, he barely knew him. "Huh. I don't know many psychics," he said. "Hm... If I were to guess, Xerneas? She's very powerful. Well... where I come from, anyway."

"I... well, I don't think a dare should be good at this point of the game," Lance rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, so be it. I'll pick a truth."

Lance let out a long sigh and walked towards the Wott, before getting on his knees, giving Gen a warm hug. "I'm sorry..."

"He probably feels trapped on that Oshawott body," Blitz said, whining like a sad puppy. "Sorry that you had to go through that, kid."

Blitz tilted his head. "I don't think he's comfortable with that question. Should we...?" Lance realized what was going on and facepalmed himself. "...Damn it. Gen, I went too far, didn't I? I'm sorry."