Nathan
"In my first visit, there was a ghost lurking in Pokemon Tower. As I made my way upstairs, the room felt much colder than usual. A spirit constantly telling me to leave. Its voice was enough to make my legs tremble. My Pokemon couldn't even hit it", despite how warm the sleeping bag is, Red felt some goosebumps on his arms.
Janet
Iris loved stories, but ghost stories on the other hand did scare her.. Just a little- It was like that time in the haunted house, which she wondered if it was actually a haunted house or just some scary attraction. Iris snuggled closer to him as it was starting to get cold, even her long fluffy hair doesn't seem to be doing the trick. "Did the spirit attack you? How loud was it?" The girl asked curiously.
Nathan
"The spirit didn't actually attack me. Before I made another move, I had to figure out what this thing is. I wore some Silph Co. Glasses to identify the apparition. The ghost was actually Cubone's dead mother. She was hostile towards visitors because she was killed by Team Rocket", he tipped his hat in sympathy.
Janet
Iris blinked her a few times as they begin to water. She was surprised how such a scary story could take a different turn of events, but was more so heartbroken hearing of cruel people using Pokemon like that. Wiping her face with her sleeve, she sniffled, "Poor mother, I wouldn't blame the mother for being so unfriendly towards humans. That's awful." She shook her head. Maybe she was being a little dramatic, but she recalled of that time meeting some hunters who tried to hunt down a Lapras just for profit.
Nathan
"Team Rocket are ruthless thugs. They would do anything to capture Pokemon... Even if it means killing them", he couldn't help but feel sad thinking about it. People like that were so cruel. *The story was enough to make Iris cry. At a time like this, it was always handy keeping a clean hankercheif in his pockets. Pulling it out, he dabbed her eyes with care. Because how squished the two are in the sleeping bag, Red snuggled closer to Iris.*
Janet
"Ah! They remind me of Team Plasma. Those guys were different though, they wanted to liberate Pokemon! By stealing them or trying to get others to realease them, completely disregarding the bonds they share. It's unforgivable." She shook her head. Also what a gentleman! Red always seems having a handkerchief whenever the time is needed! She smiled at Red looking up the stars, "Do you want to hear about Reshiram and Zekrom?"
Nathan
"Liberate Pokemon? Aren't they hypocrites? If they want people to free their Pokemon, why do they have Pokemon of their own?", Red furrowed his brows, confused about their ideal. If Team Plasma wanted to do something like that, they're no better than Team Rocket. Both of those groups are nothing more than selfish scumbags. 

"Reshiram and Zekrom? What are they?", like a child, Red tilts his head to the side with curiousity.
Janet
Iris nodded, she couldn't agree more. Those wretched organizations trying to use Pokemon as if their only tools of interest, even Team Plasma who can't comprehend how pokemon and people work together.

Iris's expression lit up as she saw Red's reaction, she loved mythology! Her eyes looked up the stars and she started "Reshiram and Zekrom were once one being. There were two twin brothers, both who were deemed heroes, " Iris then looked to Red, her expression being a little more serious. It was probably to add more emotion to the story. "One day the brothers wanted to usher a new world, but went on a disagreement with ideals. Because of that, the single dragon separated to two different beings, each going to one of the brothers. The older brother wanted to run the world in the pursuit of truth with the white dragon Reshiram. Meanwhile the younger brother wielded the black dragon, Zekrom wanting to pursue hope. The brothers because of their great differences of their ideals, led to a raging battle! They went on and on and the two dragons ended up destroying the Unova region with fire and lightning. It kept going until the brothers decide that none of them were right, ceasing the conflict."
Nathan
*While Red was listening to her story, he imagined himself as the brother who sided with Zekrom. The other brother was Blue. (because he lives in a logistical way.) It was baffling to hear how a Pokemon would separate into two. The two parts then took sides and managed to destroy an entire region! He couldn't think about Blue and him would get that tense in arguments.*

*Getting lost in his thoughts, Red stares into the starry sky. He didn't know how knowledgeable Iris is!*
Janet
Iris concluded her story. Legends are so fun to talk about, and it thrills her even more sharing them with others. She can tell Red was really immersed in it as he gazed up in the stars. 
"Soo should we call it a night?" Iris yawned, turning to the side so that she faces him. "Or is there anything else you want to talk about?"
Nathan
"Uh huh", Red bobbles his head in approval. *He yawns in content, burying himself in the sleeping bag. Feeling comfortable, he scoots closer to Iris. As soon as they wake up, they can walk back to Sigford Mansion in the morning. (or afternoon)* "Night Iris", he kisses her on the forehead.
Janet
"Goodnight," She whispered. As Red kissed her forehead, Iris started to slowly close her eyes. The songs of the kricketunes were lulling her to fall asleep. The atmosphere felt so relaxing along with the light breeze and the warmth of the sleeping bag. 

The bright sun hit their faces which woke Iris right up. Iris squeezed her eyes, using one arm to cover her face. She turned and burying her face onto Red's chest. The girl grumbled making inscrutable noises.
Nathan
*The bright sun shines on Red's face as well. He rub his eyes from the brightness of the sun before waking up. Scratching the back of his head, he plops his hat on his head. It was time for his Snorlax and Charizard to return in their Pokeballs. (They did watch over the sleeping tykes the entire night)*

"Iris", he calls out her name. No answer so far. "Iris, get up", he ruffles her hair. She's still sleeping. Smirking, Red brought out his Pikachu. The short yellow fuzzball rub his cheeks on hers. The static generated from the mouse was enough to make Iris's hair all frizzy.