𝙍𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚 - 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

He hadn’t fully noticed the way she looked at him, or the way her eyes seemed a little bit moist. He was too focused on her generosity. “I…had quite the rough start with humans. There was a time I was wary of them. My memory is a bit of a blank after that…but, I’m glad to see—

[ He seemed to be leering outside of the window. The hot breath he stinky it's spelling from his mouth seem to fog up the glass in front of him. With his right hand twitching fingers curly and uncurling as he continues to attempt to suppress.]

As she explained to him, he would nod along, doing his best to retain all the information she presented him with. “I see.” After looking the map over a few more times, he’d lift his gaze towards Reese before smiling. “Incredible, Miss Reese. You would even go as far as to—

“Sure thing. Just give me one moment. . .” He went to quickly wash out the tea cup in the sink before drying his hands off in the most unconventional way possible. He started heating his hands up till steam was exuding off his palms. Once finished, he’d pour a small stream—

"Hey, hey hey! I came to wake you up, not to make you sleep again!?" [Buuuuut, well, since she's trapped there, might as well take the opportunity to cuddle the Trainer, radiating a bit of warmth, much less hot than when she was a Legendary at the very least]

( a moment of silence , before she reaches for something under her bed . . . ) here . just if there's a /real/ emergency . as in , fighting . ( it's a Dynamax band ! ) you can contact me /directly/ with it , and make me go bit and shit . only if you're in real danger .

good ! you're an adult too , you don't need my help with this . you can fistfight a /Legendary/ , Reese . you're insane , in a good way . you can vent to me if you want to , we can talk , but i'm not going out to help . not today . i do wish you luck .