Sylveon brought his attention over to his caring brother and flashed a nervous smile at him. "Hey Eevee...I'm okay, it's just that my stomach's been acting up real bad lately." He edged himself closer to Eevee, his bulbous gut just barely coming in contact with the Pokemon before it gurgled lightly. "Y'know, as usual." He said with a shrug and weak chuckle. "Say, would you mind being a pal and giving this stomach of mine some rubs?" Sylveon gave Eevee his best 'hopeless and in need of help' look ever, already expecting him to help out but just wishing to convince him even further.
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