This chilly day, Map decided to clamber all over Aggron instead. Not that Grigori minded, and it was quite amusing to watch the tiny insect explore the vastness of a sleeping rocky beast. Aggron didn't seem to mind either, but perhaps that was due to the way he slumbered so deeply that not even the casual business of the Giant Chasm could wake the creature. Maybe it was due to this being his previous home as well? Who could say?

Not Grigori, that was who. Besides, he needed the repreive. On his one increasingly fewer days off, it was important to rest and revitalize his spirit. Take in the many mistakes and faults done, and...

The trainers. The bunker. Ten hour work days underneath a hot sun and within the chilly air that fought his sweat all the same. Rising tensions, increasing conflictions, and uncertainty on how to proceed. june sleigh was growing increasingly bold in her actions, and howard slayte was getting drunk. Again. Try as he might, Grigori noticed the presence of alcohol more than most. He had to, when he was a child. It was the only way to survive.

"... Please," he begged, pleaded to no one at all. Map, paid him no mind, but Aggron opened a tired eye to his new trainer. "Let them be alright. Let me carry the burdens of today so they may have easier tomorrows."