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Tripod was turning into goo with all the petting, he was certainly loving it.

"Oh...no, I just got out of Katerina, yesterday, I thought I would go exploring, you know? Well, lunch time came around and this tree seemed just fine..." Heal chuckled softly. "What are you doing here?"

Heal nodded. "Well, I haven't explored much before coming to Kanto, I was studying to become a pokemon vet before my mother die, but well..." He shrugged. "I decided seeing the world would probably teach me more then sticking my nose into book..."

Heal shook his head. "Don't worry about it, it happen over a year ago. I am alright." He smiled softly. "Besides, its not like I am all alone, I have my team and even thought he is almost always ten miles away, my father...." He laughed and shook his head. "Either way, a lot of people go alone on pokemon journeys anyways."

Heal let out a laught. "Well you have to admit, sometimes they do smell bad...." He smiled, ruffling Tripod's furcoat, the feline not happy about his trainer insinuating he might stink. "But yeah, I don't really agree with your parents on that the whole pokemon thing. I think everyone should have at least one pokemon to keep them company."

The teenager rose an eyebrow at the sudden proposition. "Well...um...Father said he would be back in a week to teach me how to make the powder and salve out of the flowers. I guess we could, but are you sure you want to spent that much time around us?"

Heal wasn't too sure how he felt about suddenly having a new companion. He was all for walking with another trainer if they were going in the same direction, but this was quiet different from that. He didn't know her too well and she wasn't heading anywhere, she just wanted to meet his father. "...." He wonder if this would be a norm, after all, his father had been here for quiet a while. "I suppose......it couldn't hurt, so long as you have your own supplies...."

Tripod rolled his eyes at his own trainer a little, he shouldn't had accepted without Arthmael's approval, the ninetails would go ballistic when he found out.

Heal smiled at the odd display of affection, going back to sitting under the tree's shade to get back to his lunch. "So what are you, Zinnia? Just a trainer...or...?" He chuckled as Tripod came closer and curled up again him, letting out a couple of happy electric sparks.

"Ah...that's interesting, but if you enjoy battling so much, why only have two pokemon? Why not have a more wide range? Like a ghost pokemon?" The teenager tilted his head slightly before taking a bite from his sandwich. "Like Gengar, I heard that they can be quiet powerful..." He rubbed Tripod's shoulders, getting a loud purrr, and not minding the static electricity pinching at his skin.

"The howling forest or a haunted house, anywhere where they can scare people, really..."




After a week with Zinnia, Heal's opinion of her was a little...askew? The girl didn't like when he criticize team rocket, that sent some red flags not only in his mind, but tripod and arthmael's. She also was a little more childish then he was used to, he usually spent a lot of time with older people, since his village had been small, so he was either five years older then someone or three years younger. To have someone his own age made him confuse, he didn't know how to interact with her. It didn't help that she was a girl either....The teenager was just glad that there were back in the Pilkiras plains after exploring some of the howling forest and even a little of the desert. This is where he was suppose to meet his father.

He took out the small gas stove and started to make dinner, letting Arthmael, his shiny ninetails, hand him all the ingrediants as he asked for them.

Arthmael had been furious when he came back when lunch was over. His trainer was a dolt for accepting to spend a week with a girl he did not know, that wanted to meet his father. The boy had little sense, however, being a pokemon, he just decided to keep his opinions to himself rather then drive the girl away. The last thing he wanted was to get into a battle with that mew she kept around.

Tripod yawned as he watched Heal starting to make food. He hoped that some of that was for the pokemon too. Maybe Adriel would cook for the pokemon when he came. The feline pokemon rolled over and looked around the flat lands, peeking over the tall grass to try and see if there was any sight of white hair under the moonlight.

Picasso could careless, he had had a lot of fun climbing all over Zinnia and annoying her zubat by licking his head every few minutes.