He’d heard the eevee were swarming, to the point that even a few little albino ones had been running around. Andres had simply come to enjoy the sight of the swarm, their cuteness overwhelming. He had his own Eevee out, Chuchi walking beside him tough she seemed a little apprehensive. Andres wasn’t sure of what her relationship had been with her old brood but she had come to him along and starving so he never felt like it had been a pleasant history. Still, the blonde offered his partner a little pat on the head before nodding over at the pack, a pokeball in hand. [break][break]

“Remember when I almost made you a Flareon? And then you ate that Everstone?? Haha.” He said with a tired laugh. That firestone had cost him a pretty penny back in those days. Chuchi snorted before watching something rush by in a blur. She shouted, putting Andres on alert. Was it one of the white ones? He chucked a pokeball anyway to see if he caught anything. [break][break]

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Chuchi for her part, moved with a speed one would’ve thought impossible for something so fat. She slammed into the little lizard pokemon, barking excitedly as she attempted to tussle. The electric type is trapped as Chuchi wrestled with it while Andres’ attention moved onto the pinkette. “Nena, it’s fine. Just stung.” He said, not really having the energy to berate her. She was too cute for that. “Only a kiss from a pretty girl could make this better haha!” he added as he looked over at Chuchi and the wild pokemon she was currently harassing before back at Luka. “I’m kidding! I’m kidding!...Unless?” he asked with a sly grin before letting out another laugh. He was kidding. [break][break]

He paused in his joking to turn around finally seeing the Slowpoke amble its way by them. A quick glance at Luka and back was enough for him to move out of the way. Though, she seemed all too nervous. “You want that one, right?” he pointed at the Slowpoke before looking back at her. Allowing himself a couple of steps closer to the trainer he continued talking. “Well go on then. Your perfect shot is lining up.” He said as the pink pokemon moved closer and closer to them. For his part, Andres pulled out an empty pokeball of his own. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth he let out a quick, shrill whistle which alerted the Eevee. Chuchi’s ears perked up immediately before bouncing off the electric type. While still dazed, Andres tossed his own pokeball in an arc, smacking the Helioptile on the side of the head. Chuchi didn’t wait to see if Andres had caught it, moving back to the pair of trainers, just a little less antsier than before. [break][break]

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+ luka chêne [break][break]

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“Cariño, you sure? I’d feel terrible if you left you without lunch~” the blonde insisted before turning to look over at the Stoutland who, while he hadn’t made it into any snacks, was barking and pawing at Rygi. Maybe he should’ve invested in an everstone for Chulito. Things were a little tougher when he wasn’t constantly on the road inside wide-open spaces for his dogs to run around in. At least Chulito was friendly and not aggressive. He nodded in agreement, holding back a sigh. “Yeah, he’s still a puppy at heart.” The man lamented. [break][break]

With his owner’s presence at least, it didn’t seem like Chulito would be running off soon having looked over at Andres very briefly before getting back to pestering Sol’s team. As the smaller pup approached, Andres relaxed crouching down slowly and holding out his hand to Logi. “I’m gonna assume you’re the reason Chulito stopped here.” He said gently letting the Houndour approach if he wanted to. If allowed, he would begin doting on the dual type, carefully petting his head, and scratching his back. “You a dog lover, chiquilla?” he asked looking up at the redhead. After a moment or two he would add, “Ah, I’m Andres. What can I call you?” He was still flirting but much like Chulito, Andres only had so much attention span to divide between pretty girls and cute dogs.


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He’d been up at dawn, Chuchi, complaining all the while as he dragged her out to Mt. Chimney for a hike. The day was perfect. The constant volcanic ash that fell from the volcano was a little less today, and there was just enough of a breeze to cool them both down as they hiked and fought up to the top. Halfway up, Chuchi’s fat body was already bounding past Andres, eager for the next fight. He really should get into more tournaments for her, but they kind of bored him. And he was still considering his options with contest performances. Until he got it right though, the obese Eevee would just have to be content with these little leveling excursions. [break][break]

The trip up and down the mountain had taken most of the day. By the time Andres rolled up to the hot springs, sweaty, dirty, sore and even a little bruised, he was ready for a shower. Chuchi could barely move being relegated back to his pokeball until it was time to shower in the locker rooms provided. He scrubbed off hours of grime and ash, massaging his muscles as he went before he and the Eevee made their way to the hot springs. “It’s like that spa we went to, right Chuchi?” he mumbled, as he stepped out into the open-air hot springs. There’s not that many people there, but from the looks of at least one of them this was most definitely not one of those naked spas. [break][break]

Standing in the buff, Andres blanks on what to do. Any other person would’ve 180’d and put on swim trunks. Before he can, Chuchi barrels past him throwing herself into the hot spring and splashing the rest. An action that forced Andres into the spring as well, if only to corral his overexcitable pokemon. “Ay! Chuchi! You can’t just run the ground is wet!” He scolded lifting the Eevee up. “Uh- I’m really sorry about that…” he offered as he dropped the Eevee back down who dunked under the water before serenely floating back up and doggy paddling away.

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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 [break][break]

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Andres slowed, reacting to the stranger’s voice. His eyes immediately move down to catch sight of whoever has spoken. For once, he didn’t need to. His stare remained on the oddly cute swim trunks on toned legs before rising up slowly to meet Mars’ eyes. Somewhere in his brain is that thought- that thought that happens when he meets other hot guys when he’s at the beach, carrying around an obese furry pokemon: but what is his regiment? [break][break]

And then Chuchi let out another loud whine, panting from the heat. She had been held at a standstill long enough. “Oh, uh, yeah she just ate too much and she’s also overheating.” He explained, as Chuchi looked over at Mars with big eyes. Not the ones she used to intimidate others into sharing their food, but the ones she used to confused others that one little nibble…couldn’t hurt right? There’s a weird rumbling in the pokemon’s stomach and Andres immediately looked down. “Are you seriously hungry right now?” he asked, both incredulous and disappointed with his partner. Looking back up at Mars, he added quickly so as to not seem like a completely irresponsible trainer, “I was gonna toss her into the waves to cool off while I grabbed some ice water. She’s…probably fine.” He flashed a somewhat nervous grin as the sand got wetter and he could almost touch the seafoam. “Thank you for your concern though. Name’s Andres~” he added before crouching down to set Chuchi free. She thanked him by remaining where she was, lazily belly flopping on wet sand.


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+ Martín del Mar [break][break]

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“Y’see anything yet, Chuchi?” the blonde asked, a hand on the top of his hat a strong breeze cut past them form the ocean. The waves slapped the shore, the sun beat down, and all he wanted to do was relax. Not Chuchi. When she wasn’t hungry, she was antsy. It had been so long since Andres had let her properly battle. With stakes. That was hard. None of that crappy scrimmage matches for the kids where every move took 10 minute as he and the other instructors explained a strategy play out. No, now she just wanted a good fight. The wild pokemon on this route had no idea what was coming. [break][break]

Andres was perfectly fine with the fat Eevee picking fights. Chuchi could take care of herself and he, for his part, was more than eager to chill on the beach for a few hours. Maybe take a nap, flirt with some babes. The usual beach shenanigans hot blooded young men took part in. But first- the perfect spot. The perfect palm tree with just the amount of shade he needed. Better yet a little cluster would be even better, he thought as he trailed the shore, Chuchi 40 ft in front of him hunting for her prey. His attention is elsewhere before he turned idly and felt a pokeball smack into his face. He let out a yelp, and a loud “Hey?!” before Chuchi bounded out of nowhere, sprinting with all her might to pounce at the stray pokeball like a chew toy. “C-Chuchi drop that!” he demanded as he rubbed his cheek before looking for the source. He frowned for a moment before relaxing a bit. “Uh, you dropped something.” He said as Chuchi smacked the empty pokeball back at the girl’s feet with incredibly force. Her eyes briefly landed on the trainer before turning to search for another target. [break][break]




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+ luka chêne [break][break]

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