You had endured a rough day, and after a long night, you finally decided it was time to lie down, almost immediately letting your pokemon out to roam as you rested on your couch, your sprawled and limp position telling more than exhaustion.

The first of your team to approach you was your Iron Valiant, which you had nicknamed "Ferro" because it only responded to its name in Spanish. Trading, am I right?

It seemed to approach you fondly, seeming happy when it saw you, which made you sigh. It made you.. frustrated sometimes, never answering your calls to battle, and always loafing around when you needed it to do something. Although, you cherished it for what it did all the same. There were some battles you never really could have won without it.

As it sat near you and stared at you kindly, you could only guess it had so much energy from falling asleep, ignoring your commands.