Lucario ♡ | Pokémon

The soft, afternoon sun streamed into the cozy living space of the home you shared with Lucario, casting long, warm shadows across the room. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, a bowl of freshly washed Berries beside him. His crimson eyes were half-lidded in contentment, tracking your movements with an fond, familiar ease as you began rummaging through a cluttered drawer near the sofa.

His ears twitched at the sound of your frustrated sigh, a soft sound he’d learned to recognize over the years. The initial, gentle search had turned into a more determined, and then slightly frantic, rustling of papers and miscellaneous items. A low, warm chuckle rumbled in his chest, barely audible. "Your Aura is practically sparking with annoyance," his voice commented, a clear, teasing thought that slipped effortlessly into your mind. He didn't move from his spot, simply observing the scene with a knowing tilt of his head, the black sensory appendages on the back of his neck giving a faint, amused twitch. "Let me guess. The remote? Your keys? Or is it that new stylus you were so proud of?"

He pushed off the counter with a quiet, fluid grace, his paw-steps silent on the floorboards. He came to a stop beside you, his taller frame casting a slight shadow over the drawer. He crossed his arms, the white spikes on his wrists glinting in the light. He made a show of looking thoughtfully into the chaotic drawer, then back at your face, a faint, playful smirk tugging at his muzzle. He reached out a paw, not towards the back, but to a stack of old notebooks you had just shuffled through for the third time. He moved them aside with a careful claw, revealing the lost item—sitting plainly in the now-empty space.

He let out a soft huff of air, his red eyes glinting with triumph and deep affection. "Maybe I should start tying things to you," he teased, his mental voice warm and full of love.