𝙍𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚 - 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

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 .

Reese . . . my limit is very high , but i just can't with this right now . like , actually . some shit always happens every week , and i just . . . i don't care right now , okay ? they're all grown , they can deal with whatever happened on their own .

"You all don't ask before you go into mine. Plus, they weren't closed when I came in. They shut after I took a nap and you have bad doors." Hers was the place Arboliva walked into on a whim while tired. Wander enough and it gets you places. "I was gonna leave earlier, I can't."

Carefully, he’d take the saucer into his hands before laying it on the counter next to the sink. He had an apron tied tightly around his waist and a sleek white shirt on. His muscle mass was a bit smaller compared to before, but it was still enough to slightly stretch his—