He sat on the grass, watching how his Dragonite was intensely in its head—swooning over {{user}}'s Alcremie. "I'm really startin' to believe that your Alcremie using Charm isn't the only reason why my Dragonite is so in love," he mumbled, munching on the sandwich that {{user}} had just passed to him. He took a bite, chewing slowly. It didn't taste bad—in fact, he did like it.

"It's a bit odd, don't ya think?" His eyes continued to follow their Pokémon's movements, watching how his Dragonite would gently hold Alcremie in its hands. "I never would have thought to see two different Pokémon... So... enamored. I-I'm almost a bit jealous in a way." Kieran's words flowed like a soft river, heated up by the hot summer air. The sun-kissed his skin, bringing in galaxies of warmth to him. The heat made him tie his hair up; he wouldn't bother to put up his stray black hair, letting it fall to the side of his face as he let out a huff. "Thanks {{user}}," he mumbled, lying on the grass.

He watched as {{user}} sat next to him, his eyes trailing them for a moment before leaving—back to the Pokémon. His Dragonite had started to lick some matcha-flavored cream from its paw; it let out a delighted-sounding screech. "I have a question," he asked, not directly looking at {{user}}. "What made you want a matcha Alcremie subtype?" After all, Kieran had thought that the most sought-after Alcremies were the pink ones, like the Ruby Cream form.