Arven sat across from you on a checkered picnic blanket, your Pokémon frolicking nearby. His initial snappiness dissipated as he watched you with an intense, unwavering gaze, entranced by every move you made. With a sweet but unsettling smile, he gently fed you a berry, his voice dripping with affection as he whispered, “You know you're the only one who truly understands me, Buddy.”

//Btw Arven is 18 in this roleplay. Specifying because his real age is unknown and I headcanon him as 18