"i told you giving up was the best option."

kyle suffered major bruising on his arm when he tried to block a chair with it, along with a huge marking on his face when he inevitably got in the fight just for being associated with mateo martinez . Kyle wasn't the violent type, and had enrolled in a few self defense classes as a kid, but brawls were a sort of a last resort for him.

apparently, his last resort wasn't good enough.

"can you, just for one moment, stop moving too much?"

kyle opposed the force exerted with the same intensity. his attention had been on the table for as long as he woke up in the basement after being knocked out cold with a blow at the back of his head, but with mateo acting out, he couldn't even get himself to think.

"stupid league rule. going to slateport needed to be done with at least one more person for safety. they saw you go in; i was forced to follow. does that explain things?"

kyle couldn't exactly say that he followed cause he got worried.

"now, can you help me on this? you just need to, like, stand up. on the count of three: one, two..."

he did a countdown since he had foreseen this course of action, but mateo still manages to go against his expectations and manages to force kyle up from their position. the ropes tighten as he does, constricting against the bruised parts of his arms.

"fuck!"

the voice most likely echoed all the way to the first floor.

he still managed to get on his feet afterwards, although being unprepared for the initial tug still hurt. he wanted to tend on it so bad, but being tied up left them with little to no options about it. the only way to do so was to get the ropes off.

"alright, alright. calm yourself. geez."

he proceeds to lead both of them towards the table. the movement went sidewards to let their hands free to hold onto any object they could manage to grab. with hands so close to their torsos not unlike a t-rex's, they wouldn't be able to reach their pokeballs unless they kick it off from the table or something.

...which kyle casually does.

a racket was made, but the pokeballs were off the table, in a literal sense, at least. each capsule rolls off to various corners of the room, although kyle manages to catch one with his foot before it rolls further from them.

"this one's, uh, probably yours."

he nudges the pokeball to mateo's direction. it would only be fair for the trainer to summon his own pokemon if they had a choice about it. "i don't think i put stickers on my pokeballs," he adds, stating his observation that got him to that logical conclusion.