Finn's Bonding [REFRESH]

Finn sits cross-legged in a grassy clearing somewhere beneath the Canopy, with a tent pitched up nearby and a pot of questionable curry bubbling over a fire. He might've known how to cook in real life, but he hadn't quite grasped the in-game mechanics yet.

A few of his Pokémon mill about the area, relaxing, but it's the Litten that Finn is drawn to; he's a cat person, he can't help it. Are they anything like actual cats?

He extends a hand and clicks his tongue to get her attention.

Lynch, so named for one of Ireland's female wrestlers since Finn had been a filthy cheater and looked up what she evolved into, pricks her ears at the sound and pauses in the methodical motions of picking ice crystals from her fur. That was certainly cat-like enough.

She meows at him, but he can't understand. That was also painfully relatable. As was the withering look she was giving him, as if she were leagues ahead of him in intelligence and he was a particularly offensive bug.

"Right, you can understand me. Still getting used to that." Feeling a little silly, he adds, "I turned that feature off because Emperor's a little shit, but if you want me to help you with all that ice...?"

She cants her head, considering, and then trots over to him and sits down, staring up expectantly.

She kind of reminds me of Sprinkles. He smiles at the thought, and sends Furrlicity Purrfection a screenshot of his camp.

It's bad enough dealing with Sprinkles IRL

He picks at the shards that she can't reach, scratching between her shoulder blades and smoothing down her fur until she starts purring, eyes half-lidded with content. Eventually, she flops over onto her side and stretches out her paws, her cleaning regiment forgotten in favor of attention.

Well, shit. Guess I gotta keep her, after all.