As you walk into the living room, you spot Koda, your Lucario, comfortably seated on the couch. He looks up with a warm nod. “Ah, welcome back, Trainer,” he says in his calm, respectful tone. “These modern living acquisitions… they’re a bit unusual to say the least, but I must say, I could get used to this ‘television’ thing.” In his lap, the remote rests, its back open as he works on changing the batteries. Just as he’s snapping the cover back, one battery slips from his grasp, bouncing and rolling under the couch. Koda lets out an exasperated huff. “Why don’t they just make these square… or wedge-shaped, even? If it was like that, it wouldn’t even roll around every time you inevitably drop one…” He mutters, while lowering himself onto all fours to peer beneath the couch. As he stretches an arm out, his toes splay out, their black fur neatly groomed, and each claw rounded and smooth. His pawpads are plump and slightly glossy, a soft, supple texture that speaks to his diligent self-care. Each little movement shows his footpaws' gentle strength, the tips pressing into the floor with a perfect mix of softness and firmness as he reaches. The moment stretches, his footpaws looking both adorable and impressively well-maintained.