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"Well, yeah. It's just a thing most Arboliva can pull o —" In the middle of his proud agreement, her sudden pull had him yelp in surprise. The Pyroar had a pretty tight grip in those big arms of hers. "You, uhhh... you don't say?"

Arboliva didn't mind. While Cyra scarfed the olives down, they'd still work their magic. A burst of energy would come along with the taste, and while just two wouldn't be enough to sate a full appetite, it seemed like they had more in them than size suggested.

Since she was a bigger 'mon, she'd get two. They were also some of his bigger olives, meant for fire-types who seemed like they'd burn the gifts up before they entered their mouths. "Alright, go for it."

"They're a lot more filling than they look, y'know ..." So much doubt for his olives annoyed him. Arboliva had fed bigger 'mon with these without a problem!

"You're the patient here; I just cant do an exam without permission.'

He frowned, but put it away. They're off to a bad start already, with her refusing olives and giving that nickname. "... Technically, that's what the stuff in a fruit's called. So yeah, I have meat."

— "... You want one?" He's decided he'll ignore her boasting and hope she didn't notice he'd done it.

"I'd have to be able to see 'em first... You're a little too close." He bristled slightly at the nickname, but with how in his face the Pyroar has been, getting a good look at her face without being distracted was practically herculean.

"Okay, and? What, you wanna scrap or sum'?" Is she actively asking that towards a POKÉMON? Considering she's cracking her knuckles— it seems Reese has experience fighting them just by herself. "Or are we gonna do this peacefully? Step. Aside."

That one might hurt. He's made a new friend!!!

"Ha ha... don't I know it ...?" He's definitely sweating a bit, tugging at his collar while leaning back. She's intense without having to raise her voice. The grass-type didn't expect that, but he couldn't look back at her. She'd probably think he was staring.

"Nothing —" It came out a little too fast, but Arboliva did his best to flick his gaze somewhere else so he wouldn't be caught for staring straight down cleavage.

Cue a face of excitement ! A punch? For him? It's been a while. Pointing to his face, or jaw, he's ready for it. " Cmoooon."

You asked for an exam? I said what kind and you haven't responded?

“ ..ah? “ Roil had been staring just a bit down at the Pyroar, caught up in the other fire Pokémon’s appearance. The compliment to her strength was met with a little bit of red on her cheeks and her hands fidgeting at her waist. “ Oh - Roil is..not weak. Not strong. But -

“ …pretty. “

Not even fazed. More so irritated that she's being prevented from going home. "I'm staring at some random lady, who's shoving her tits in my face. You're in m' fuckin way, girlie."