A soft humming as the wire bush scrubbed over hard shell.

Temp stepped back to survey his work, his Lapras' shell shiny and clean.

He sighed and sat down, dropping the brush in a soapy bucket, dipping his feet into the lapping water at the edge of the dock. "Those barnacles were stuck fast." He muttered. His arms were sore from having to use his knife to pry them off. It was harder and slower than normal since he didn't want to hurt his pokemon in the process.

But his Lapras hummed, pleased, and laid her head in his lap.

A soft chuckle before Temp patted her wet head, content.

Temp splashed around in the water. His Sharpedo, Marina, circled around him. He laughed and did his best to spin and follow her- which only ended up with him dizzy. She was just too fast!

He opened his arms, the Shark going up to nuzzle into his arms. She grumbled as she did, as if bothered by the affection she initiated. Temp just laughed and smoothed his hand gently over her hide; had to be careful not to scratch himself up on her rough skin.

"You're a big softie deep down, Marina." He muttered to his pokemon.

Radar stuck to the side of the boat as Temp helped haul in a catch.

The Octillery helped in his own way, sticky tentacles reaching out to make sure no fish escaped. The only price to pay was that sometimes they would vanish inside of his mouth, instead.

Tulio gave Temp a slap on the back when they were done, laughing.

"Don't think I could have done that on my own!" The older man snorted, pleased, as the crew looked over their haul.

Temp rolled his eyes and lightly shoved his dad.

"Oh, come off it. Act like you're old or something."

It was Tulio's turn to roll his eyes (no wonder where Temp got that from) and shook his head.