[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[Iron]

Pyroar is in a cuddly mood. He didn't get enough attention while stored away in his Pokeball. But Ventus can sense that even Ventus' own Pokemon in Pokeballs make the lion nervous.

'Well, it seems that the stress caused by the vines and being isolated in his Pokeball for a prolonged period of time has not detrimentally impacted his mental health too much, but it appear that even my own balled Pokémon put them on edge. Hmm.....' Ventus thought to himself, pondering this information for a moment, before he decides upon a course of actions. Flicking his wrist several times, the sociologist deposited all his Pokeball on his person from....somewhere into his satchel, before placing it (the satchel) right outside the door to the room with a note on it saying: 'Property of Ventus Zackarieh, Please Don't Touch Without Permission.' and returning to the Pyroar. This time he approached much closer to the somewhat hot tempered feline, but still maintained a respectful distance with his hands tucked behind his back as he greeted them.

"Hello their, Pyroar! I don't believe we've properly aquanted ourselves the last time I we meet, so let me introduce myself. My name is Ventus, and I'm here to help comfort you and provide any aid you desire after your stressful ordel with the Vines. Would you like me to.....cuddle with you, while you explain to me what has you so upset? Don't worry about me not understanding, as I should get the gist of whatever you convey to me, whatever method you use."

Pyroar licks Ventus' hand. His tongue is extremely rough, and it kinda hurts, but it doesn't draw blood.

Then it leans on Ventus until he is sitting on the ground, whereupon the big Pokemon curls up into his lap. Ventus receives the impression that the cat Pokemon needs some assurance that he won't be abandoned by humans.