Uuuh... miss Pollya.. nna? *he seems to be having trouble saying her name, perhaps her appearance intimidates the small sandshrew* How does it feel to um... have a trainer? ovo;
If you'd asked me that when I was first caught, I'd have cursed him out thoroughly enough to make a wall blush. Then probably have tried to bite him. I wasn't a very friendly Ekans and Mills has more than one set of little scars from my teeth on his arms and legs.
Once I got over myself and let him help me it was... Nice. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. He takes care of me. Gets me food so I don't have to spend energy chasin' down some little bite-sized snack only to get sick when I realize it's been rollin' in somethin' foul. Keeps me clean and healthy, deals with my injuries so I can rest, and he gives me an acceptable, accepted reason to thoroughly kick ass on a regular basis which is somethin' I sorely need out of life.
And in return since he's weaker and less effective at defendin' himself, I keep him safe. I help him when he needs help, when he's doin' somethin' he can't do alone or when he needs somethin' done he isn't capable of doin'.
And he's nice. Plenty of humans could do all those things, but I was lucky enough to get one who actually gives a damn and that makes a lot of difference. There's a difference between carin' for somethin' and carin' about somethin'. My trainer covers both bases with his Pokemon, and with all the Pokemon in the shelter.
So yeah. It's not bad at all. I kick ass when he tells me to and I get free food, a warm house in cold weather and library visits. Damn good arrangement in my eyes.
