Something sfw for a change because I am feeling VERY affectionate about like, not necessarily baby mons, but first evolutions like starters.
Because Iâm imagining bonding with your starter at the start of your journey yâknow?
You two are still figuring each other out, learning a routine with each other, that sort of thing. In the beginning of your journey itâs difficult because you both are still learning about each other. Sure, itâs better than a pokemon youâd find in the wild because your starter was raised around people.
It's not uncommon for pokemon and trainers to be uncomfortable with each other at first. You are learning a whole new dynamic with each other. And when it comes to more temperamental pokemon like Scorbunny, Rowlet, or Cyndaquil, it's harder to form that bond with each other.
Which is why when you settle down under a tree during a sunny day to enjoy some shade in the Johto fields, you let your Cyndaquil out to join you. Professor Elm told you letting your pokemon out with you could help them bond with you faster.
You wanted to see if it would actually help, or if your Cyndaquil was just inherently stubborn from day one.
So you relaxed against the bark of the tree and dug through your bag for a snack, watching him root through the grass like he was looking for something. You pulled out an apple and a small pocket knife, setting to work cutting the apple into small slices.
It was like you'd summoned your little partner pokemon to your side, because he was there, eyeing your apple with big brown eyes that you hadn't seen before.
He also didn't have his fire spikes out like he normally did around you, and you took that as an achievement. He looked so small without them, and for a minute you thought about picking him up and setting him in your lap, but that wouldn't do. He had a mind of his own, and it was more than likely if you reached for him now, the only thing you'd accomplish was getting a few burns on the palms of your hand.
So you cut the Cyndaquil an apple slice and held it out to him, palm open.
"Is this what you want, bud?" You breathe, watching him nose at your palm.
His muzzle was softer than you were expecting, and a little giggle slipped out from your lips at the feeling of it. His tongue is warm and pink and it's gone before you can blink, taking the apple slice with it.
It's like he chewed once or twice before you hear an audible swallow. The Cyndaquil, you're thinking about nicknaming him Apple because of this, even though it doesn't quite fit, nuzzled into your palm like he was looking for more, so you pull away and reach for another slice.
This one disappeared as quickly as the first, but he doesn't pull away from you after he's done chewing.
He pushed forward so he could rest the side of his cheek against your palm, sticky with apple juice, but he didn't seem to mind. He was warm, and you knew that was from the fire that seemed to course its way through his veins like blood.
You both finished your apple, sharing bites until there was nothing left but the core. You tossed it away from you as hard as you could, watching it land in the grass several feet away.
When you turned back, your Cyndaquil was climbing into your lap, his eyes closed again, this time with a sort of contentment you hadn't seen before today. He settled into a little ball of blue and cream on your lap and you didn't dare move. This was the closest he'd been to you since you'd first caught him, and you weren't going to change that any time soon.
But he seemed cozy, and so you relaxed, leaning against the tree trunk to get as comfortable as you could. If he was going to doze off, you figured you might as well.
Wasn't there something about napping together that helped increase a pokemon bond as well?
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