Somehow, it was both strange and familiar as the Vaporeon settled on his lap, the Wurmple none too happy of the arrangement, and, with an indignant chirp, went to Hark’s shoulder and, with one last chitter, rolled himself up for another nap while he began to pet Triton.
… The young one needed a name, didn’t he? But what?
Eh, he’d wait a little longer. Certainly when he had Rebecca who was coming back from her impromptu nuzzle session.
“It’s time like these that make me wonder who’s the real master,” he chuckled as he scratched Triton behind the ear. “Us "more intelligent” beings or the ones who still obey their instincts. Liked the nuzzle session?“
Triton let out a soft trilling nose, almost a purr, as his tail flopped lazily in contentment. Rebecca softly snorted with a smile.
“I like to think that they are, honestly. We can protect ‘em all we like but when it comes down to it, it’s them who have the powers that protect us.”
“Yeah, I did. Zeke’s always careful with me. Though the first time he tried, he nearly squished me. I can’t really blame him though, the last time he had a trainer, the last time he was awakened even, it was just about a millennia ago, people were a lot more durable back then.”
Rebecca gently scratched under the Legendary’s chin, causing him to make a happy growling sound.
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