A Quilava is giving you a blank face from the other side of the bedroom on a small pouch of cushions. No one else was in the room except you and this strange pokemon! Does that mean...
"Did y-you just speak to me...?" He had to ask while pointing at the Quilava. He yawned in response.
"Well, you are the only one in the room to talk to, so yes. Yes I did speak to you." He stands up straight on his legs and stretches out, (sort of like a cat), obviously getting done from a nap. "And if you're unpacking here, then I must presume that you're my new guest." He hops up on the bed you were standing next to and sits on his hind legs. "All of the pokemon here on the manor have been trained to talk, so there's no need to be afraid."
You sigh a bit in relief and decide to confront this...pokemon as if it was a human friend. "My name is Amber, and your name is...?" You raise out a hand to shake. But before you realized that he didn't specifically had hands, he reaches a paw out and grips your hand. "My name is Candle."
After letting go, Candle began to investigate you, sniffing around your body and staring at you from top to bottom. Would he like you? You heard rumors from some trainers about pokemon becoming a bit mischevious and punishing the own trainers for their enjoyment. It went across the lines of humiliation, black-mail, and even, *GULP*, vore...
He finished his odd inspection, and he looks up to you to say,
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