"Sounds good!"

The fact the kid didn't want the energy drink didn't surprise him, but he figured the best he could do was at least offer. Sven stuck the drink into his back pocket and staggered his feet a little before he bent down to grab one of the boxes. While he maintained a decent grip on it, he did feel a moment of surprise wash over him, which caused his knees to lock as he made sure the box didn't slip from his grasp. He shot Absalom a lopsided grin and spoke up again.

"Mr. Sven? Just call me Sven. Mr. Sven's my dad's name."

That wasn't how it actually worked, especially given the fact his father's name was Erik. He awkwardly balanced the box on his thigh as he reached for what he assumed was the attic door. He felt his way through the darkness until he managed to feel a lightswitch. Once he managed that, Sven picked the box back up and slowly ascended the stairs, careful not to do much harm to his back. Once he made it onto flat ground once more, he found a place to put the box and looked around. Was Axel sure he wanted things up here? It looked a little dusty. As he turned around, he came face to face with a wild Spinarak that had descended its way from the ceiling. Rather than scream like any sensible person would, Sven dipped his head down and allowed the arachnid-like pokemon to take a spot on his head.

He gave the green spider a gentle pat to show he meant well. In the meantime, he figured he'd crack a window so they could get some air circulating in the attic. They'd be up there a bit probably. Soon enough, he turned to descend the stairs once more and get another box. But before he completely made his way down, he figured he'd give the kid downstairs a warning. After all, some people weren't fans of bug pokemon.

"Hey buddy, I found a Spinarak up there. Pretty sure it's wild. Want me to take it outside? It's just chillin' right now."

When he said that, he peeked his head out to show Absalom exactly what he meant with the wild Spinarak that sat atop his head, surprisingly obedient for being a wild pokemon.

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Aggron were such fascinating pokemon and carried themselves like valiant KNIGHTS in battle. Ironic that Sven wasn't the most chivalrous guy out there. He couldn't help but watch as some furiously butt heads in an attempt to fight. Whether it be practice, play, or for territorial purposes, Sven felt invested. It wouldn't hurt to have a heavy hitter like that in his ranks. One of the twin Sprigatitos he dragged around sat on his shoulder and peered at the creatures. Surely Sven didn't expect it to fi--

"Alright, Sativa, get out there and show them who's boss!"

You've got to be kidding. That little grass cat against a gigantic metal beast? Sven sat the pokemon down on the ground so it could properly battle. The Sprigatito named Sativa looked back at him like he was crazy. He flashed the creature a thumbs up to show his confidence.

"Seed Bomb!"

While hesitant at first, the Sprigatito listened to Sven's orders and fired away at one of the Aggron in an attempt to weaken it. It wasn't exactly the smartest idea because soon enough, the creature turned around to face the two and began to stomp towards them in an attempt to charge. Sven flashed a grin and drew back, then fired the pokeball directly at the middle of the creature's forehead.

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Once the door flew open, the blonde on the other side raised his hand in a quick wave. While he had an open canned energy drink in one hand, he had another one sealed to which he figured at the very least, he could be polite and offer it out to the stranger who made the bold decision to invite yet another stranger into their home. This felt like the start to some true crime podcast, but Sven didn't have the brainpower to truly register any threat. Nor did the young man on the other side of the door look dangerous to begin with. He tucked the full can in his arm and held a fist out for a fist bump.

"Yo!" he greeted. "Flavor's fruit punch, by the way. If you don't want it, I'll just keep it for later."

With that said, the blonde tilted his head back and began to nothing short of chug the rest of his drink. While the bags under his eyes remained heavy from poor sleeping habits, his pupils dilated just enough to show that the drink had begun to hit. The trainer crushed the now empty can against his head and made his way in. A quaint little house. It didn't look messy, but that came from a young man who lived in an apartment with wires tangled everywhere mixed with half empty cans of monster, fast food wrappers, and even some clothes lying around. He glanced around and held up the crushed and empty can.

"You recycle or can I just toss this?" he asked before he grumbled. "Bah, nevermind, let's get going on this!"

Ever the one track mind, Sven sat the crushed can on the counter and decided to peer in. He had no sense of personal boundaries, unfortunate to Absalom. Without another thought he walked in and looked around. Thankfully he had some breathable clothes on with the choice of a t-shirt with some goofy graphic design and basketball shorts. Sven punched the palm of his hand to show he was ready to get going.

"Just point me where to go with this stuff and I got it!" he beamed. "Pleased to meet you, by the way. Name's Sven."

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