"Don't get yourself in too much trouble... or else." His trainer had warned him with a stern voice. The Pokémon knew exactly what type of punishment the trainer had in mind. A barrage of horrifying memories flashed in his head, reminding the Luxio just how many different frilly outfits (more like torturing devices) they had back at home.

Upon being set down by a daycare employee, Polo sprung into action, sniffing everything within a 10 foot radius around his initial drop off point. Excitement rippled through his body like electricity as he bounced about. A few other Pokémon took noticed and joined him in parading around the day care, taking turns acting as the leader of their Congo line. All was good...until Polo's twinkling eyes landed on a lonesome lil Pokémon nestled comfortably on top of a bush. Feeling an obligatory need to get them involved somehow, he immediately sprung into action and began racing straight towards the pink Spritzee.

A look of horror splashed across Polo's face as he realized, far too late, that he couldn't stop himself from barreling forward. Even worse, another Pokémon had positioned itself juuuuust close enough to be within his line of fire. Crash.

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As he crashed into the two Pokémon, Polo squeezed his eyes shut, preparing himself for the small amount of pain that usually occurs whenever he crashes into the ground. But that pain never came. He opened his right eye first and quickly scanned his surroundings. From the looks of it, the two Pokémon he had originally wanted to befriend had become his makeshift cushion. "Wrryy," He cried out as the smaller Pokémon bonked him.



Slowly rolling off the two, the Luxio properly sat himself besides them, licked his wound, and then gave out an apologetic cry. The annoyed bonks from the Morgrem went completely unnoticed.  He then stretched his front legs forward, leaned his butt back, and began wagging his tail in an attempt to get them to forgive him through the ritualistic art of wrestling.

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Rather than view Morgrem's body language as reluctance towards his invitation of wrestling, Polo automatically assumed that he was simply implying that he wanted to play something more like tag instead. Electricity crackled around his fur as his lips crept into a large devilish grin. He gave the imp pokemon a few seconds to run before pouncing off the ground at full speed, chasing after him with the full intention of tackling him down to the ground and maybe even rough housing for a little bit. As he sprinted towards his prey, the young luxio made it a point to glance back at his pink friend, almost as if he were saying 'You're next!'

"Wrrrrry!!" He cried out joyously as he leapt up from the ground, attempting to pounce onto the poor Morgrem.

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Throughout the chase, Polo leapt about wildly and gracefully fell on his face each and every time he did so. These hiccups never hampered his fun. If anything, it added a splash of excitement to their little game of tag, which only served to enthrall the young Luxio further. The Morgrem's sudden issue of surrender completely baffled him. Was he too tired to continue their game?

In response to this surrender, Polo paused and tilted his head to the right. "Wrrry?"

Then it hit him. The Morgrem felt bad for leaving the Sprizee out on their fun! Polo took a moment to gaze back at Sprite before returning his gaze back onto the little devil pokemon. He then nodded, turned around, bolted straight back towards their fluffy pink friend to retrieve them. But, of course, the rascal's overbearing nature bled into this action as well, as he attempted to drag the Perfume pokemon back to Morgrem through carrying it by the tussle of fluff on top of it's head.

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