Paul
Calem was walking calmly down the islet, the sand crunching under his boots as he hummed lightly to himself. A Chesnaught was walking with him, holding it's trainer's hand gently and 'chatting' to them although it was honestly just a bunch of calls and soft growls which Calem somehow managed to get the general gist of. Despite the dual type Pokémon's agressive and intimidating appearance, it was soft and gentle towards the small boy, occasionally giving them small head pats or calm nuzzles to the cheek.

"I... It's really nice here Marisso... I..I like it.."
Adam
Quinton walked down the sandy path, his hands shoved into his pockets. His feet sunk into the sand, making a satisfying crunch with each step. He had a tired expression on his face from the plane ride that took place only a few hours prior. The trainer was tired, looking for a place to take a nap. This being the reason he was in the islet to begin with.

Behind him followed a Houndoom. It had a neutral expression on its face as it followed its trainer. It was out due to their battle prior with a wild Pokemon that got in their way. Houndoom made quick work of the Pokemon, but was scratched up in the process. Its trainer didn't seem to care though.
Paul
The boy soon noticed someone else was there too, tensing up and clinging to the arm of his Chesnaught. The Spiny Armour Pokémon pet it's trainer's head with a soft growl, trying to comfort them. Calem wasn't scared of the Houndoom, more of being near someone he had no idea who the hell was.

"Hhhh... M..Merci Marisso.."

The grass and fighting dual type Pokémon nodded and waved pver at Quinton, grinning despite it's trainer hiding behind it.
Adam
Quinton paid no attention to the large Pokemon in front of him as he walked towards it. Nor it nor it's scared little trainer was gonna get in his way of taking a nap. His hands were removed from his pockets before looking up to the large Pokemon. He stood around 6 feet away from the large Pokemon. 

''Damn, tall one aren't you?'' He snickered at the Grass-Fighting type, an eery tone being radiated off his voice. He looked behind the Pokemon as well. ''Are my eyes playing tricks on me, or do I see a little trainer behind this Chesnaught?'' He tilted his head, peaking over the large Pokemon to see the kid behind it. 

His Houndoom remained quiet behind its trainer. It raised it's slightly injured paw to it's mouth before licking it. The Pokemon was taught not to moan or grown when it was injured, but instead take care of it the best they could until the trainer got them to the Pokemon Center.
Paul
The small child gave a squeak and clung to their Pokémon tightly, the Chesnaught sighing and patting the young boy woth a little nod. It then gently lifted Calem up and set then infront of it, gently nudging their back as if t say 'Don't be shy, I'm sure they're nice'.

"U... Uhm... H..Hello M.. Monsieur... S..Sorry if I disturbed y... You.."

The ravenette then peered over at the injured Houndoom, semi-hesitsntly walking over to them and kneeling down infront of them.

"D... Don't be scared mon ami, i... It'll help if it hurts.."

The quiet male then got out a potion from his satchel, spraying it on the injured paw before softly bandaging it and offering the dog-like Pokémon a poképuff.

"Th... They aren't poisonous, I... I promise you.."
Adam
Quinton peered over to the boy when he went towards his Pokemon. His eyes looked towards the potion in the trainer's hand before turning to face them. He watched him patch up his Pokemon, not turning down a free potion for his Pokemon. His dull, red eyes narrowed on the boy.

''It was fine, you didn't need to heal it.'' He called his Pokemon by the pronoun of 'it', showing what he thought of the use of Pokemon. He watched the boy wrap up his Pokemon's foot, huffing slightly. Now folding his arms; he looked back to Calem's Pokemon, eyeing the health of his Fighting-Grass type.
Paul
"A... Ah, sorry Monsieur.."

Calem stood up and went back to his Chesnaught's side the intimidating yet gentle natured Pokémon holding it's trainer's hand with the upmost of softness. Smiling to himself, the boy looked up at Quinton and tilted his head slightly to one side.

"O... Oh, th... This is Marisso.."
Adam
Quinton noticed his accent once he spoke more clearly. He cringes at the thought of Kalos, peering to the side. He wasn't too fond of the Kalos region in the slightest. *The first region to harness mega evolution, what a joke.* He thought to himself, peering back to the trainer on the ground.

''Your Chesnaught looks sturdy.'' The man known as The Tyrant looked over the Pokemon, not seeming too excited at what he saw. ''It also looks soft though, more of a mother figure than a Pokemon.'' He let out a forced chuckle before looking back to the boy.
Paul
The Chesnaught held it's trainer's hand a little bit tighter, sceptical of this person as it knew their general gist of thoughts. Calem didn't however, and he thought they were being genuinely nice to him.

"M... Merci... A..Although Kanga is more like a mother to me... Well... S..Sort of? Th... They used to but now I have mon Papas.."

The mere thought of his fairly new adoptive parents made him smile, the dual type Pokémon patting his head with a gentle growl.

"Y... Your Houndoom seems v... Very nice aswell.."
Adam
The trainer's expression looked confused, staring a the strange little trainer. He scoffed silently before looking to his Houndoom with an unpleasant look. He moved his hand behind him, gripping onto it's Pokeball. He held it out to the Pokemon was a disappointed look before returning it. 

The Houndoom shivered at the sight of its trainer looking like that. It exhaled, lowering its head as its trainer returned it to the Pokeball. Houndoom knew it would be in trouble for this later. 

Quinton looked to the Pokeball, squinting.
Paul
The young boy tilted his head slightly, concerned and confused. He could see the fear thst the Houndoom wasn't trying to show, and it made him feel so bad inside. He cared infintably about his Pokémon, he cared about all Pokémon and seeing such scared feelings that were being forced to be locked away made him a little bit angry if anhthing.

"M.. Monsieur, why are your Pokémon afraid of you?.."
Adam
Quinton chuckled before placing the Pokeball on his waist. He looked back to the smaller trainer, raising an eyebrow at his sudden mood change. If anything, this made him smirk. He got a slight grasp on what made this trainer tick.

''My Pokemon ain't afraid of me, kid. They simply respect me.'' His dark red eyes scanned over the boy's expression; not liking what he saw, he asked a question himself. ''You have a problem with how I treat my Pokemon?''

He held his pointer finger up to cut off his response to his question. ''Actually, don't answer that. I personally don't care what you have to say about it anyway.'' He looked over to his grass-fighting type, chuckling eerily at it and it's trainer. This dude was a total butt-head, to say the least.