<b><span style="font-size: 15px">Round Primary</span></b><br/><br/><br/>Eleyna smiled, watching the Pansage bound about. She had produced a small chunk of food from her bag and given it to one - an act which drew the attention of several others. The three Pansage involved were now engaged in an involved game of keep away trying to snag the morsel and escape with it.<br/><br/>The Pansage fiddling with Aisha's breasts stuffed his hand down her shirt, and finding a nipple,gave it a little tug, but retreated onto Aisha's back immediately afterward. He hopped down to the ground and gave her a pouting look with his hands outstretched.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">I wonder why Pokemon in Johto are always so aggressive. Do you think its because we're always capturing them?</span>She asked, watching them. She supposed as far as the Pansage knew, a human posed no threat. She wondered if watching a Pokemon be captured was like watching them be eaten to another Pokemon. They're there one moment, then whoop, they vanish inside a little red and white mouth. It wasn't a universal case, of course. There were plenty of Pokemon that understood the process in the regions - possibly the descendants of released Pokemon themselves she supposed.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Should we be staying here... like this I mean. Waiting? I don't know if being here at night would be a good idea... I mean you know... if you think so.</span>She looked around for Jake.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>The Bulbasaur slowly got to its feet as it stared at Jake, very wary. It whip vine's slid out from the bud on its back, but the Pokemon didn't attack. It watched the two, its eyes falling on the Eevee as it gobbled up the bit of food presented. The grass Pokemon watched the Eevee, its eyes narrow. The wary stare became a steely look of determination, a half smile on its mouth.<br/><br/>It cracked its vine whips in the air. It was a challenge.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>