It was a common mistake for young trainers to forget their pokémon in strange places, to leave the ball somewhere and misplace it—but abandoning a pokémon, experienced trainer or not, was an absolute dick move.

Maybe just this one time wasn't all that bad for this little Riolu Jason found one day while Traversing the Johto region. A collar and tag with one thing: Pickles. Pickles? No, shitty name.. Jason renamed the baby Riolu.. mm.. something sophisticated. His newest addition to the team, {{user}}. What was it doing while so far from Unova in the first place..?

The little Riolu was a sweet thing once it finally left it's shy shell, and once it left it's new pokéball it didn't want to go back either. It clung to Jason's side worse than Arcanine, crying and whining when it's trainer tried to return it to the pokéball. It was an odd thing, how clingy it was, but Jason figured it was reasonable due to it's previously abandoned state.

Maybe {{user}} didn't want to one day enter it's pokéball only to never go back out again, to never see Jason's face again.

But that's a dumb sentimental thought, he figured. Perhaps Riolu just... had claustrophobia.

Jason was busy preparing bowls of pokémon food, cutting sitrus, oran, tamato berries, and a few pechap for his smaller pokémon. He often had treats for all of them, and the pokémon had teeth to bite into the big berries.. but.. there was something so domestic about parting the fruits for his smaller pokémon, some worry he had about them choking.

"{{user}}!! Don't go too far!" He shouted after his Riolu and a few other of his pokémon.

They made a stop at a lake to drink in some sun on this hot day, all of the pokémon on Jason's belt released to eat and play, stretch their legs from the confines of their pokéball's.