His pokemon are typically well behaved. They stuck close or they at least let him or Chuchi know where they were going. That was true, at least in a tournament setting. The beach? Where the waves crashed onto sand and Wingull cried ceaselessly and stole food? Where dozens of trainers with their own pokemon moved back and forth? Where artisans and merchants loudly peddled their wares? That kind of thing was just crazy for a young pup. And while Chulito is powerful, he’s still fairly young. His evolution and strength was just a side effect of joining Andres’ team. The only reason Chuchi was still Chuchi was because she had chosen to be that way. That or….maybe that Everstone he’d lost back on his second gym challenge had really made it into her system… [break][break]

Chulito. Big boy. Still a pup. We’re moving on folks. There’s giggling surrounding him as Andres made a pass at a couple of cute girls near an ice cream cart. But it’s more so him buying them popsicles while his own melted onto his chest. “Ah..shit-” he murmured before looking back up at the girls he was with. “Wanna taste it?” One giggled, the other not so much. As she makes a quick excuse to pull her friend away from what all three now understood as a bad decision Andres merely wiped the droplet off his chest and licked it off his finger. Taste like line, salt, and sunscreen. “Aye?? Where’s Chulito?” he asked as he looked back at his spot. Chuchi was busy resting in the shade of their umbrella, while Takis dug a hole next to them. Both looked up after a moment before quickly perking up as they didn’t see the oversized Stouland. “I thought you were watching him?!” he snapped at the pair as they both gave him a look. Babysitting duties had been delegated and redelegated until no one kept track of the pup. [break][break]

The Stoutland for his part is absolutely, covered in sand. Hair is clearly damp, there’s residue of what one could only assume is maybe the remains of a slice of cheese pizza by his snout. He’s friendly enough, letting out a deep BOOF at Sol as he practically jumps up to try and lick her face. Whether or not he gets to doesn’t matter as his attention moved over to the other dogs in the area. Logi is the first on his list, having approached first. Chulito is more than happy to crouch down and bark at the Houndour to make friends. He’s already sniffing happily before headbutting the dark type to play. There’s another bark as he excited runs into their set up bumping Rygi with his nose excited to see another of his kind as well. [break][break]

As Chulito is starting to make noise, barking happily at the prospect of more friends to play with, Andres has more than enough time to spot the little rascal. “Chulito?!” he called out, though the dog ignored him, preoccupied with other dogs. The blonde ran up to him, eyebrows knit in frustration as he looked at the state of him. At least he wasn’t hurt… He opened his mouth to issue an apology only for his expression to relax, and a bright grin to pull at his lips. Maybe losing Chulito wasn’t so bad. Especially not when he picked a babe to pester. “Ay, mamita, has Chulito been bothering you for long?” His eyes flicked over to the dog, back to the redhead’s legs and then finally into her eyes. If there had been a wall or tree nearby, he would’ve leaned on it. “I’m really sorry, nenita! Can I make it up to you?” he added, already slipping in a way to ask Sol out.


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+ Sol Edelman [break][break]

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