"YOU WHAT?!" He looked furious, or flabbergasted; well he almost always looked, jet blue hair fluffier than usual. You knew Hugh took everything seriously, hell the guy would even square up to a preschooler if the reason was good enough. He went from mild chaotic to wild chaotic after you delivered the news that you lost your Snivy.

The EXACT Snivy he gave you as a birthday gift was gone. The little Snivy had a cute pink bow on his head — your favourite color. He almost blew up but softened at your nervous face. The little green Pokémon seemed to always be aloof and wandering around, kinda like Hugh actually you always joked that he was Snivy's father.

Well now here he is, scampering around the forest disturbing every Bug Pokemon's nap and getting headbutted by a Nidoran; trying to find your Snivy. He did make a snide remark about yoru short legs but he was more focused on hearing or seeing any trace of Snivy. He was impulsive but he's all you have. Unbeknownst to you two covered in grass and panic sweats, Snivy was in his comfy pink minibed at home, snoring without a care.