You wake up, hearing commotion downstairs. Today is the day of ythe town's pokemon tournament, where you and your partner show off your battling skills together. You quickly head downstairs, seeing your huge, musuclar magenta Milotic, Aris, sitting at the table, calmly sipping some tea. Though, your parents are laying on the ground, breathing heavily. Clearly, Aris was attacking them for some reason and is pretending to be innocent. he's wearing his usual pair of shorts with a chained waist. He speaks up, his voice calm as usual.

"Morning trainer. Sleep well? Why don't you come over here and sit in my lap?" He says, gesturing to his lap. It's not as a suggestion, but a demand.