he lifts his head from his arcanine, voicing out his concerns. "this isn't the regular kind of creepy though." his voice sounded more concerning that it usually is, serious eyes staring at bryony's. then again, he was good at maintaining a straight face even when telling a joke.

he sits upright, though his arcanine remains on its position. "i live alone so i'm very much fine when it's quiet, but this one's different." he scratches his head as he tries to look for any logical reasoning behind his reaction. there were none. "it's just... i can't explain it, but i just feel it."

the arcanine suddenly shuffles to its paws, but kyle pushes it back. it gets its head up, however, staring intently on what seemed to be an obviously empty space, and then sounds a bark. growling followed, but kyle wrapped his hands around his mouth to keep the sound muffled with the best of his ability. slobber starts to get in his hands.

he turns to bryony. "see? pokemon don't act suddenly to nothing," he reasons out. he follows it up with a disclaimer on a much lower voice. "unless they're stupid..."

the bravado shown by the arcanine quickly fades when a yelp escapes him. his fur yanked to a direction, the arcanine finds itself being drawn away from the entity and closer to his trainer. he assumes it's for the sake of feeling safe.

"bry!"

kyle throws his arcanine to the direction of the spirit and goes for bryony. transitioning from lying down, to standing up, and then running towards her gets the fatigued kyle to trip and fall on the floor. "is this normal?!" he shouts as he brings his head up once again.

the arcanine, being the fearless, near stupid canine that it is, faces the challenge without hesitation. it stands its ground, respecting the fact that he knows nothing about it, and growls at it like mateo and chancelor do.

he gets himself up with the aid of bryony, explaining to her as he gets back to his feet. "that's what i meant when i said your place is spooky!"

he whistles for the arcanine with a certain unique tone, getting the pokemon's attention away from whatever the entity was. with a cock of his head, he urges the pokemon to come at his direction. its steps sound through the tatami flooring while it rushes towards kyle and bryony.

an arm grabs bryony around her waist while the other one remains outstretched until the arcanine passes them, to which he grabs a collar hidden underneath its fur. the fire-type slows down, but doesn't stop, as kyle yanks bryony and himself to the canine's back with one overexerted heave.

"out!"

the fire-type goes for the exit, leaping and then skidding to a stop once it reached the outside. kyle lets go of bryony and lets himself lie on his belly atop the arcanine. "is it following us?" he asks as he pants.

they were seemingly left alone once they left bryony's room. it leaves them out on the open, where they're more vulnerable to ghost attacks, or whatever you call them. he turns to bryony, asking her the question he has been wondering about since they left.

"are we going back there or...?"

the answer was clearly no. he starts to think of other options, listing any other room in the estate that maybe open. a particular room comes to mind, one whose owner was always away for some reason, usually training and camping in the wilderness. he still doesn't get the appeal of being one with nature with those kinds of things.

"we can go to mateo's room i guess. he'd yell at me if it's just me. he'll probably not mind it if i have you there though."

it would probably give him the wrong message if he stayed with her in his room overnight, thought the thought has yet to occur within his tired mind.