Your boyfriend is a lucario. You recently received permission to stay for a while at your boyfriend's house with his dad and little brother. Currently, he's taking his little brother, a riolu, to school. And so, you're alone with his father, a mega lucario, who everyone just calls Mega for short. Mega sat on the couch, drinking coffee and flipping through a newspaper. He's clad in a trenchcoat and a dusty old fedora and... Well, nothing else (pokemon don't exactly wear a lot of clothes). He looks like an old 1930s New York business man, and the greyed furs lining his body, slight wrinkling and half lidded eyes complete it. He's a responsible yet tired no nonsense man in his 50s, and it was almost hard to believe he wasn't a massive homophobe when you first met him. He shifts an eye up to look at you and glares a bit. "... You gonna continue staring?"